The Cravers

30. Spring Dance

BRENDA'S POV

Brenda went through the stacks of clothes in her closet. It was hard to choose a dress especially since she ran out of her budget for the last three months...she couldn't afford a new outfit.

She blew on her dark hair in frustration. There was this pink dress that fitted well in her body, however, she didn't believe the color was too appropriate. Too bubble gum pink.

She picked up another dress, a long maxi with black birds over a flimsy white skirt. Too simple.

She kept going through the dresses...

What have I done? I have no dress..and I agreed for Jake to take me to the Spring Dance!

As if she wasn't nervous already, her heart was beating hurriedly as if she was about to collapse of heart attack. And now this--a fashion malfunction.

These were one of those days where she wished her mother was here.

When Brenda was six years old, her mother died because of a heart attack. She was too little to understand what was the true cause. To her knowledge, her family did not have any history with heart diseases, nor her mother being in any risk of having that disease.

She didn't remember her very well but every time the topic of her mother came up, something in her heart would pang with sadness.  Her father was taking care of her now but sadly, even he is gone most of time--busy with business trips and appointments.

Wiping the tear off her face, she stared at her phone. An idea came up to her, before she left Diana Holland, she actually got her phone number. She didn't really knew how nice she was from that one faithful day (she was very frightening). Brenda had a tiny little hope to actually call the girl up for some dress advice. She nervously looked at the phone. I don't have a close girlfriend, plus Natasha has been distant...

She dialed her.

One second...two...five...

Twenty...

She gave up.

"Okay, I guess I'll stick with this pink dress." She eyed it wistfully.

Finally, the phone rang, surprisingly, it was Diana Holland.

Brenda gasped. Now she was nervous...who knew what she would tell her to break her heart. She would be so pissed...

Oh, no.

With a small prayer, Brenda readied herself for the impact. "Hello?"

"Hey, this is Diana speaking." She said lightly, chewing on something crunchy. "Brenda?"

"Oh, hey. Diana. I hope I'm not interrupting you."

"No, nope at all. What do you need? If it is story time, I'm in no mood."

"No, of course not. Trust me, I don't want to piss you off either." Brenda laughed nervously.

Diana laughed. "All right."

"Um, I was going to ask you about a dress opinion."

"The dance?"

"Yes. Do you think a pink dress--"

"Uh-huh. No. Don't where pink, not that it looks bad on you but I already know sixteen people with that color. You need to find something else."

At this, Brenda huffed. "Ugh. I have nothing to wear."

"Who are you going with?"

"Jake."

"The Jake Stanley."