Beautiful But Damned

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After checking schedules and courses, I go to the car to go back to home. to my surprise i find Clara waiting for me. Dressed impeccably as always. Lowers sunglasses looking me up and down. If not I knew her, i would say that she doesn't love me, but she is she. The allowed all. << What are you doing here?>> I ask, moving toward her << Come on hurry up>> << To go were ?>> I asked , I puzzled << where are we going? To do shopping . Did you think i would leave you to were one of those rags you have in that sort of wardrobe?>> << I do not understand what you have against the way I dress>>

I grumble getting in the car. I can not stand it when it is so sour.<< Please, come and do shopping . Leave that enhances you to better>> << You know I hate being the center of attention. This time you settle but never but never ask me to come to a Fashion Show if I can get dressed in my own way>> I say. She nods, prance little girl. Incredible, Just so little to make her happy .

I just hope she do not do not do to me what she does to those poor models. I think I had a fast track fashion lesson, the mouth of Clara has not close for a while. She talked all the time of the importance of being fashionable and bla bla bla. Who remember all the things she said. I got lost when she started talking about heels. For me it is completely foreign to that world, I can not do anything.

<< Too short>> I protest trying to take down the little fabric I wear. If she believe that bait in the public as well, she is wrong. << It's perfect for you>> << No way. I in the state I'm going no way>> << Listen to me. Tonight you'll wear this damn dress and you will come to the show as a diva. Got It?>> She says with threatening tone. Inspires a certain fear, but I know she would never hurt me. She love me a lot.

<< But this is not me?>> I say, pointing <<I do not feel at ease, and then this dress is uncomfortable. What is better than a pairs of jeans and T-shirt?>> << Let's do like this. For tonight you play the of a girl pussy and self-confident.>> She putt her hands on my shoulders turning to the mirror. What can I say, I look just like a little good. I can be drag in this madness. I can NOT. <<We can try others clothes?>> I ask << No this is perfect for you. So you wear it or not>> I know that I will never go out winning, She's a bad-ass.

Puff as I look the mirror. But now I can go back, I have to throw myself into the fray. << All right, take this stupid dress. But I warn you if someone comments, you're dead.>> growl. I hear chuckling as she approaches at the cash. I wonder haw I can always give in to his demands. After paying a bill- for me - salted for a dress, I'll put one time. I greet her and make my way. Need to sit quiet for a while. When I'm dealing with her, all my falters stability.

A good book will help me surely, perhaps accompanied by a cup of coffee. If not mistake the Fashion show starts around 21:oopm, I would say that I have all the time to relax. Clara said that tonight there are important people I'm happy for her. She deserves success in life . Tonight I will do as she said. I became another . And, who knows, might be fun. Damn! I fell asleep! I quickly prepare and then I speed through the busy streets of New York. If I get There late, Clara will kill me. My phone emits a beep warning me of the arrival of a new message just by Clara :

" Hey, Honey I have reserved you a seat in the front row. When you arrivals look for the chair with your name on it. Kisses" I throw the phone in the bag and focus on the road. worse this what can she do? I'm late, I'm driving so reckless and to male matters worse, I also used my phone driving! Sometimes I'm ashamed of my self. Maybe I should really organize my life but i can not. Hatred the rules, you have everything under control. All this makes me anxious. I prefer to live like this, I feel free.

Arrival in front building where there will be the Fashion Show and i walk like mad towards the entrance << Damn heels, how they can walk whit these things? It's a torture>>. Within the building, cursing to myself, this evening as already started bad. After spending 10 minutes to look for the chair with me name, have already stave. But like a light in the darkness. I see there it was my chair. Finally! I have a hurt like hell to toe. I never worn more uncomfortable shoes.

I sit looking around, there are many people, all dressed to perfection, as I suspected. There is little to do this word is not for me. To my right sits a middle-gentleman, He gives me a smile and then bring the look to the catwalk. As I look around, my eyes are on one person. Ge is sitting opposite me, beyond the catwalk. Wow, a great big mad! I stop to watch him chatting with a woman, I think Its's his mate by the way caresses his hand. I have to stop looking at him, is not from me.

But for some strange reason I can not stop. I have never seen a mas so beautiful, if not in the magazines. Even the models with which Clara works are so. It looks mysterious, something that has me always attracted in the other sex. I get caught by surprise when he turns to look me. I should divert attention from him but I can not. His eyes observe me focused, as if he was studying. We look at end it is as our eyes speak. I get flooded with an emotion strange ever proven.

I do not know who It's serious, does not express any emotion. His eyes move from me to the woman beside him. She whispers something and from that time he does not turn over. Obviously It is committed, a so no man remains free even for a second. He has all the physical qualities you should ask for, at least as I'm concerned. Surely knows what is true, just see the woman near him. She looks like a model, perfect physique.

The parade as start, and from that moment I try with all my itself not to watch him. I try to concentrate on the models that parade proudly on high-fashion clothing. Clara made a great job. Should not be easy to organize all this. I reach my friend behind the stage. I don't have to be here, I know. I walk trying not to attract the staff carefully and within the back.

<<Clara?>> I call her, seeing her in the distance, approaching radiant as never. It mean that everything went well. << Do you like it?>> She asks <<Gorgeous. You were very good. >><<I can not imagine how important this evening! I'm so happy that everything went well. >>

Some people approach congratulating her for work done. I see it while talking proud of what she did <<Come on, we will have a party,>> she communicates loudly. God help us! A party with her in this state. Will be my end. I follow as we head on another floor of the building. We enter a large room prepared for the occasion. Some waiters pass between people with the trays, while a music in the background complete the picture. I've never been to parties like that, I feel like a fish out of water. I leave Clara to talk to some people and I go for a walk for room. In the distance I notice a buffet, and like a hungry shark, I approach. I am hungry, I have not eaten anything all day. I take something on the fly.

As I do a bite at a pastry I feel observed. I look up to meet two eyes blue and deep. The mystery man is looking at me. He do not approach, however, remains where it is. rather strange behavior. Maybe it is because it is engaged or simply because it is not interested ... maybe find me funny. I turn her back to him and I went toward an unknown direction. After spending some time traveling around and drinking champagne, I go to my friend who continues to converse with other people. This evening is a success for her, I must admit.

<<Come on, honey, you go dancing!" Exclaims pulling for arm. Dance? No way. How the hell am I supposed to dance in these heels? Not to mention the super short dress. <<I do not think that's the case>> I say, trying to stop her. Nothing to do, keep walking. I'm surprised when she does not stop on the track but goes to the DJ. I see her whisper his ear and then back at me. What will in mind? The music stops for a few seconds, I see the DJ while press a few buttons. He is changing song. I turn to her surprise.