Doll Eyes (Not Continued)

17: Zaya lé Mara

As I stood on my ground, not in the right wits to make a move, the overfatigued figure of Christian, as he saw me in the dim alley, came panting towards me, but still appearing to be a flawless stride.

"Violet!", he breathed out heavily between his breaths, "I- I couldn't risk it. I can't help it if I'm- not 100% sure if you're okay."

I found it pretty flattering about how he worries about me, though it still comes with a slight tinge of underestimation.

"Christian," I said sternly, but not too much as it may appear like I'm angry at him, "I'm O. K. I'm not a little child whom you need to worry about if they might be taken by some idiot dazzle kidnapper and be sold off to China as child slaves."

"Wow, what an accurate definition," replied Christian, "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. But next time, choose a better place with good lighting to go to. What are you even doing in this place?"

"Oh, nothing," I baffled, rubbing my nose (which, in fact, is a sign of lying), "I just thought I saw uh... a bear! But turns out it was just a dog."

"A dog?", Christian looked at me, beffudled.

"Yeah. It was a... Chow-Chow! A huge one, if I say so myself."

"Oh."

If I tell him that I was dragged away by the one guy whose guts I simply hated to death, and add "Oh, I was just talking to him. We're cool now." would just be wrong. Because from what I know, just a few days ago, I cried my eyes to bits, now I'm all rainbows and butterflies (not totally) to him. And if I do tell him that, he'd think that he's engaged to a coo-coo woman.

Absolutely not.

So I Usain Boltly said , "Zachary Menzies dragged me here away from those Cherry Chicken stuff because he said they were expired and I punched himonthecheekandtheothercheekandonthenose but he pleaded that I let him explain so I did and he told me all the reasons why he left and why he didn't reach out and why we should be friends again but I told him I'm engaged and he said it was okay so yeah. We're friends again. Please don't think that you're engaged to a coo-coo woman."

I exhaled.

The first thing he did was the least thing that I expected him to do.  He grinned.

"I'm mad," he so happily stated.

"You sure show it pretty well."

"I'm mad because you said there was s Chow-Chow. You know how I've always wanted one." As he said this, he had the big, fat nerve to pout his lips and whine.

"No, I don't know that you've always wanted one."

"At least, now you know what you'll get me for Christmas. Hey, joking!"

"Let's just go home. I'm pretty hyped up. And I think I've got a child for fiancé. I gotta tell Mom," I joked.

"If you say so, my beloved coo-coo woman."

As we were about to turn the corner, I took one last long, hard look at the alley.

~•~

"Honey, your engagement party's planned to be in about a week. We've got to plan it already and start sending out invitations."

I groaned against the cotton texture of my pillow, "But the wedding's in two months, Mom. Still far awayyyyy," I was about to drift back to sleep and return to my dream which I will not describe as it is too good for words.

"That is why we have to have your engagement party," she says in a persuading voice as she attempts to pull me off of my pillow, "We need the venue, the people invited, and your dress."

I forced myself to sit straight and scratched my head. I tried to tame the Narnia of a hair of mine, but my hand only got lost in it, "I can go to the party in jeans if I want to."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't."

"Yes."

"No."

"Okay, I don't. So, how many people are we inviting?", maybe it was the sleep trance I got out of that made me realize that I was arguing with my mom, which is not an option when it comes to planning.

"About fifty, give or take. We'll have to list down people you want to be in it, a few colleagues..."

"Fifty! What more if it's already the party!" I slammed back on my bed, waiting for it to swallow me and hold me forever.

"That's only an estimate."

"Shouldn't we talk about this with the Louis's?"

"Right, right."

As soon as they were called in, Mrs. Louis starts suggesting things, and boy, she was hitting the counter up.

Her suggestions were as high fashion as the price.

"Jacqueline's is the one place! Their dresses are ranging from $2000. Oh wait- A la Petité is! It is so chic. It says $3500--"

I groaned. "Is there something from less pricey?"

"Hm," she scrunched up her nose,"There is Zaya lé Mara. Their dresses are $650. It comes with catering from Bona Fide Delicatesse, too."

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A/N:

So sorry for the late update! I didn't have wifi, then. :(

Enjoy!

-Author ♡