Hair's done! Make up's is done! Do I look like a princess yet or still a potato?
I spun in front of the tall mirror in my room looking all cute and shit.
"Stop modeling and get into your dress" Melanie snapped her fingers at me while giggling. I still can't believe Melanie is here to help me survive. Without her I would be late and show up to the party looking like a piece of crap.
Anyway, I went into my closet changed into the lovely masterpiece.
The dress that I bought was a black chiffon high neck with a dazzling lace bodice and beaded waistline.
I don't want to show too much skin or let my tits out because I'm usually not comfortable with people staring.
Also I only wear black, white and grey or at least as mature as possible, just plain simple stuff you know. Depressing colors, depressing life.
Alright enough messing around I need to ask for Mel's opinion on this one. I'm counting on you Mel! I came out and stood in front of Melanie.
"Well? What do ya think?" I smiled and spun around to show her every angle of this dress.
"O-M-G!!! Bitch I'm jealous now!!!" Melanie covered her mouth in shocked as she's scanning me up and down.
"You better be" I smirked in a playful manner and spun around a little more.
"Haha joking girl you slay!" She laughed and stood up hugging me.
"I'm glad to see you and hang out with you today, Tiff. You're the queen tonight! Don't forget to send me pictures! I love you" Melanie hugged me tightly.
"Awww man! I wish you could stay longer. I love you too, Mel" I waved goodbye as she walked out the door.
Now I'm all alone again. I wonder what time is it?
I glanced at the clock.
"5:40" I groaned and threw myself onto my bed. I'm tired. I mean yeah I do look pretty and shit but I also can't wait to take this dress off once the party's over because it's killing me already.
"Pajamas....." I mumbled. I'm not pumped anymore because Tyler took too long. Can't he come a little early? I also hate waiting too you know.
Ten minutes later
*HONK HONK*
Ooh! That's my ride! I readjusted my dress and hair then proceeded to run to the car in high heels. Fucking badass Tiffany.
I entered the car and slammed the door close. It's really hard to sit in this tight ass dress. Well you know what they say, pain is beauty.
"You're late" I looked at him through the mirror.
"Yeah the traffic is really bad" he didn't even look back at me. Rude.
"Oh" I looked through the car window.
A few minutes of silents later
..........this is awkward. Why didn't he say anything? Usually he would try to make a conversation with me to avoid the awkward silent.
"Ummm can you play some music or something?" I requested awkwardly.
"Actually I wanted to ask you something"
"Go ahead" I mean he should've asked me a few minutes ago. I thought he lost his ability to talk for a second.
"You still want to become a model right?"
"What kind of question is that? Hell yeah I still want to be one" I looked at him through the mirror again but this time the expression in my eyes is dead serious.
"Woah calm down smartee. I read an article before I came home and there was a fashion competition for a company called Utopia. They created this kind of competition every years in order to pick three best model, number one two three. This year event starts on March 15. The number one winner get to host their own fashion show, recruiting models and design dresses with one of the best fashion designer Amy Franklin"
"OH MA GOSH! AMY FREAKING FRANKLIN!? I'm gonna faint" I screamed with excitement even though I didn't even sign up for it yet.
"Woah there don't get too excited! Keep your energy for the party, will ya? I got a lot of people to introduce you to" He sped up the car after he finished his sentence with a huge smirk on his face.
