Lost In Time

Winter's Formal

So, you are getting the rest of the ENTIRE Book, because I FINISHED IT TONIGHT! LOVE YOU GUYS! Also, if you are one of those who listens to music while reading, once again Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Lorde makes a comeback for inspiring this over a year ago! - Mac

It felt like déjà vu, staring at myself in a floor-length mirror, except this time, it was a different date and a different dress. A Prom dress essentially, even if a Winter Formal wasn't exactly Prom...or was it? I never went to Prom. Never even really thought about it, but now that I was about to go on my first dance, with a guy I kind of liked, even if our history was rocky. I was excited, and nervous. I looked so...different. In a good way, but still. What if he didn't like it? Don't be stupid, you look amazing! Smiling softly, my fingertips touched the reflection, my reflection, in the mirror.

My hair was in loose brunette curls, tumbling over my shoulders and down my back, very light makeup accenting my unique eyes, making the blue almost glow and the green sparkle. Eileen, Rosa and I had spent the last two days searching for the right dress, a rite of passage I didn't want to participate in ever again. So many dresses. No, just...no. But even I freely admitted that when we found this dress it was perfect. It fit like a glove, and I was in love with the sweetheart neckline, a thin strip of shimmery white jewels outlining both the neckline and the straps. I didn't have enough confidence for the no straps, no matter how much begging Eileen, and yes, even Rosa did. But none of that mattered now. The grey silvery fabric gathered at the waist, little deliberate wrinkles over the stomach so it wasn't so smooth, a single silver flower pendant with the white jewels on the waist to the side. The fabric then let out just a little bit until it met just above the floor, my matching heels just tall enough to keep the fabric a few inches off the ground, thank goodness. All in all, I was stunned at what I looked like tonight. I just hoped Dim would be too.

Behind me, Rosa sniffled, and even Eileen, the woman who just hauled me to my feet when I broke my collar bone and told me to go get my Dad so he would take me to the hospital (I was nine!) even had shiny eyes. I met her eyes in the mirror, and narrowed my eyes.

"Seriously? Rosa I can get, but Leen, really? You don't cry for anything, much less a stupid dance!" She scoffed, and Rosa dabbed at her tears, shaking her head at our antics.

Leen smirked. "What, am I not allowed to shed a few tears that my Goddaughter is off to her first dance with the guy who she had her first date with?"

This time I scoffed, fighting the little grin on my face as I turned away from the mirror. "No, since you don't even tear up to onions." It was true, and ticked Dad and I off to no end every time we were in the kitchen with her. She giggled, rolling her eyes.

Rosa took her time clucking over me, tears rolling down her cheeks. Why was this such an emotional time for parents? All we were doing was going to dance in a ridiculously expensive dress, and sweat off all the makeup and deodorant we spent hours fixing up before we went. It was just one fun night, but still just one night. Why the tears? We were coming right back for goodness sakes!

"Oh come on Rosa..." I said softly, smiling as I gave her a hug. "I'll be back before you know it." She smiled and nodded, dabbing at her eyes. Déjà vu struck again as there was a knock at the door, and the butterflies flew around in my stomach with full force. Leen rushed to answer the door, and there Dim was, in all of his tuxedo glory, a silver tie round his neck. Handsome as always, and such a sweet gentleman, he had a bouquet of pink roses for me and a light blue corsage. A smile curved on my face, and Leen and Rosa swooned in the background. Pop was glaring at the back of Dim's head.

"Hey you." He said, holding out the flowers. I took them and sniffed, before they were snatched out of my hands by Rosa and Leen's hands pushed me out of my room. Gently, Dim slipped the corsage on my left wrist, and kissed the top of my head, and, being the gentlemen, cooed at my flaming cheeks. Then we made a quick escape as this time I didn't even look at Pop to see if I had a curfew. Tonight, I was going to have fun. I remembered how we almost kissed, and a small – okay, bigger than small part of me hoped tonight we actually would have our first kiss. Preferably not in front of the door though, I think we both learned our lesson. He grabbed my hand, swinging them as we walked towards the grand hall where the dance was being held, and it felt like our date again, before everything got so weird and awkward. Just comfortable silence, and I relished it.