My Friend Reuben (Completed)

My Friend Reuben (Part Five)

Part Five.

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It was five o'clock. I had an hour and a half.

I cursed myself for taking too long on my homework and jumped in the shower. After scrubbing and shampooing in a record time of two minutes, I got into my undergarments, dried my hair, put my special shimmering lotion on, and wobbled into my dress. I pinned my hair back, and started with my make up. I'd watched enough YouTube videos to know how to apply make up, but not professionally for a formal.

Hmm. I decided to do face first. I applied the moisturizer and spread the foundation on. Even it out, even it out, I said to myself as the brush in my hand stroked my skin. After blush, I continued to my eyes.

I don't remember where I had gotten all of this make up from, I wasn't a cake face, I didn't use it every day.

I applied a thin line under my lashes, and on the bottom of my eye. I added a cat's eye just for the sake of it. There. I picked up my mascara and started to lengthen my lashes, before the brown eye shadow.

Hair. Hair, hair, hair. The most important part. The first thing that the guy looks at when you walk over to him. I turned on the curling iron, and while waiting, I tried to settle an agreement with myself on what shoes I should wear. Chunky chocolate brown heels. Perfect.

I chose to leave my fringe straightened and semi-curl the rest. I added a bow brown bow on the side. Superb.

I stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror and examined myself.

Angie. Five foot six. Tanned to olive skin. Wide pale green eyes.

I played with my expression and pouted my lips. I looked like a plastic surgery addict.

My dress was olive-green and went down to the tops of my knees. It was my favourite outfit in my wardrobe and I had never worn it before. I bought it on impulse, costing me one hundred and fifty bucks, but it came to my benefit on this formal night. It was strapless, and from the waist downwards, it fell in a billowing fashion.

I added a couple of rings and bracelets, and I was finished in forty-five minutes.

The forty-five minutes I had to wait was agonizing. I didn't want to eat because I'd smear my lip colour and I'd have to do it again, and I definitely didn't want to risk the lipstick falling on my perfect dress. So I sat there, thinking.

Six-thirty approached and I could not hear a car outside. I waited for another four and a half minutes and heard the brakes of a car. I tried to slow my breathing, and picked up my clutch and walked out of my bedroom waiting for the knock, thanking my lucky stars that my family was not there taking photos of my date and me.

The sun was still up, but barely. The sky was pink and the clouds were like they were brushed on my a painter. In the later days of November the weather was moving into the summer, and there was breeze that you would not have been able to tell was there, for the leaves were moving as if they were speaking to one another.

He knocked on the door. I turned the knob and there was a young man standing with one hand in his pocket and a smile one his face. I smiled back, and said,

'Hi.'

'Hi Angie.'

'Thank you so much for picking me up.'

'My pleasure.'

The gentleman guided me to the black car on the other side of the road, placing his hand on my back. I liked his company. He opened the door for me when we reached the car, and introduced me to his cousin, who was driving us.