The Spring Ball

Ch. 6: Marinette

"This is going to be a disaster." I mutter hopelessly as Alya zips up my dress. It was the afternoon of the dance and both of us were getting ready at my house. The dress that I had worked so hard on still seemed too simple for a ball-themed dance and my raven hair lay in a messy tangle on top of my head. Meanwhile, Alya was having problems of her own. Her heels had gotten dirty inside her messy bag and her neon bra showed through her white chiffon dress,

"Honey," She says pausing and placing a hand on her hip as I throw myself on to the bed pouting,

"Everything has its solution." I scoff at her confidence covering my head with my hands. Adrien would probably think I was some weirdo and leave me. Alya ignores me moving to my closet and rapidly taking out a wet wipe, a neon belt, a brush, and a scarf, her eyes twinkling.
"So lets get this all fixed." After a few seconds of thinking Alya gets on the move brushing my hair into a top bun as she wipes her bright pink stilettos with her spare hand. Next she buckles up the belt around her waist, matching the color of her bra, and throws the black scarf at me telling me to wrap it up around my shoulders. Despite the fact that I still doubt that this will work, I smile putting on the scarf and tying a red ribbon on the bun. Alya, however, still hadn't stopped moving as she took out her make up kit and started fluffing up powder all over the place as I coughed. In reality, I wasn't too fond of makeup, but after a few of Alya's efficient swipes with the brush I look at the mirror joyfully. My hair shined with the light, the ribbon matching perfectly with the dress, my lips were also part of the color scheme, the dark black eyeliner contrasting, and my bare arms glowed with some body glitter, curtsy of Alya. I still believed the dress lacked something, but it didn't matter because I looked really cute.

"Thanks Alya!" I chirp hugging her and she laughs hugging me back tightly, while analysing both of us to make sure everything was in order. Next to me she looked gorgeous! The dress hugged her curves and her big red curls framed her face. She also wasn't wearing her glasses, which made her eyes seem bigger and their hazel color brighter.

So in that moment I smiled happily, the fantasies of me dancing with Adrien and laughing with my classmate becoming more closer to a reality than a dream.

Then the doorbell rings and I turn to my best friend locking our arms together.

"You ready?" She asks and I nod excitedly.

And with that we go downstairs to open the door to our two dates.