My Ginger Maniac

All Dolled Up

Once Jerome had left, I'd walked back into the apartment, locking the door behind me and closing the blinds so my dad wouldn't know I'd went outside- he'd have killed me. Like I said, with everything that had been happening in Gotham he was being extremely overprotective, and he wouldn't even be okay with me walking out to the balcony.

I'd resumed my place on the couch watching TV, eating my sandwich, making sure that the salt and vinegar inside the Italian sub didn't leak through the gauze and into my cut- that would not have been a pleasant experience.

I watched TV for a few more hours, and had moved on to doing homework when I heard my dad's ringtone start blaring on my phone.

I got up and paused the show I was watching, carelessly shuffling over to my phone, taking my time, knowing that if I missed his first call he'd just send me another one, and another, until I finally did pick up. On the first ring of the second call I picked up, and pressed the phone to my ear, lingering over and dropping myself back down on the couch.

"Hey, dad." I answered, "What's up?" He sighed over the phone and I knew what was coming.

"Hey, Rey.. I'm gonna have to take a rain check on our father-daughter night. There's lots of work to do here and I can't just leave everyone." I tensed up a little bit. Sure, part of me had expected Jerome to be correct about the event tonight, but it still creeped me out a little.

"Oh.. yeah, don't worry about it dad. I'm sure things there are far more important there."

"...You sure you're okay?" He asked. I never had let him stay at work late without an argument. But I didn't want an argument tonight. I didn't need one.

"Yeah, I'll be perfectly fine. Don't worry."

"Okay.. I left some more sandwiches and ice cream in the fridge in case you get hungry, but under NO circumstances are you allowed to open the door or answer the phone for ANYONE, do you understand me?"

"Aw but Dad, what if it's a cute murderer?"

"REYNA."

"Okay okay, I get it. You know me, I'll just be sittin' here, watching TV and studying for exams. The usual."

"Thank you. I'll be home by the morning." And with that, he hung up on me. And the worst part was, I knew what was coming. I knew that little psychotic ginger was up to something, and I still didn't even warn my father. Isn't that awful? Whatever. I figured he'd be safer off not knowing. Besides, I had a plan of my own anyways. A plan that I didn't really know the details of yet, a plan that I honestly wasn't exactly sure I was going to even put into action.

So, I spent the next half an hour pacing and debating. My mind was racing, ideas bouncing all around in my head at once. I loved the feeling. After having made my decision, I rushed into my room and dug through my closet, searching for one certain item of clothing I'd loved and yet had never worn. I had dug through that old tiny closet for what felt like forever until I finally grabbed it.

A deep purple party dress, decorated with black lace on the sleeves and the collar, and along the bottom fringe of the dress. I was supposed to wear it to my cousin's wedding, until they decided to have the wedding in a different state, and my dad couldn't afford to miss work (therefore, we didn't make it.). I hardly ever wore dresses, and when I went dress shopping, I was extremely picky. It took me over an hour to find this dress, so once I did, I was ecstatic. I've always loved the deep purple look, and black was just my thing.

I pulled the dress on and noticed it hadn't shrunk on me, or I guess I hadn't grown, since it was still right-above-my-knee length.

I'd always been a sort of wizard with hair and makeup, even though I had hardly used all of the supplies and techniques I had acquired. I pulled out my curling iron and my makeup kit, applying some light, purple colored eye shadow with a wing of black eyeliner, finishing it off with some mascara and a deep purple lipstick.

I'd curled my hair into a bun, leaving one little strand dangling in front of my face like I'd seen so many models in so many magazines wear.

I then dug through my closet, finding the matching purple pumps that went with the dress, pulling them on. I applied some light jewelry, just a diamond necklace and earring set I had mysteriously inherited when I was.. seven, I think?.. Anyways, not the point.

I finally exited the bathroom, not caring that I'd left the house a mess, and I looked at myself in the full body mirror in the living room. And, not to sound cocky, but I looked absolutely stunning. I hadn't gotten this dressed up since- well- ever.

I knew I had to leave soon, before I changed my mind, threw my plan out the window, and had gotten all dolled up for nothing. I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone, shoving it in my velvet black clutch, and I walked out the door, making sure it was locked and that I had the key before I left. Without even glancing back, I headed towards the gala.What was I up to?

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