“Are you Ms. Crayson?”
“Uhm… eh… sort of? I mean yes. Wh-what’s it?”
The delivery man handed me a massive box, which curiosity arises on my body.
“Oh.” I mumbled. “This is from?”
“No name.”
“What?”
“That’s from no name.”
“I think… you should know the name before giving this to the receiver. I might get in trouble because of this. Who knows, this might be from a killer?” My pissed voice spoke. The delivery man smiled on me before he answered, “Madam, that’s from no name. Well the person put no name on the fill up form but I know who the sender is.”
“Oh? So you mean the sender don’t want me to know?”
“Exactly Ms. Crayson.”
I accepted the box then smiled at the delivery man, “Ok then. Uhm thanks.” After filling up the received form, I closed the door.
My hand gently untied the ribbon on the box. The box revealed a dress, a beautiful dark colored sophisticated and above the knee length dress. I pulled the dress out; out of a sudden a letter caught my attention from the box. It says:
Wear that tomorrow evening.
Tomorrow evening? It’s senior’s party. I got my cellphone on my pocket and dialed Daphne.
“Hi girl!” She answered.
“Hi Daphne. Just called up to say thank you about the dress.”
“Oh the dress! No problem.”
I sighed on relief from knowing that it was her who sends the dress.
“But I guess this is too expensive.”
“Nah. Don’t mind it.”
“I’ll pay you.”
“No.”
“Daphne plea—“
“Bla bla bla…”
“Yo—“
“Bla bla bla…”
“Lis—“
“I gotta go girl. See ya tomorrow evening. And oh by the way, there’s a v.i.p coupon attached on the back of that letter, use it for your beauty thing tomorrow. BYEEE!”
*Call ended*
What the heck is this? I flip the letter and found the beauty thingy coupon. Daphne wants me to look like a prosti tomorrow uh.
The phone didn’t ring neither received a knock on the door the whole day, I didn’t feel their presence. My hand played with my cellphone, I am pretty sure that I’m waiting for Hazza to call. But why would he call? I’ve been pushing him out, but he’s doing his best for me to accept that he’s really sorry. Not now, maybe he is tired of my attitude, maybe I’ve been so over reacting, and maybe it’s time that I should be the one to feel him better. Well, ugh, I don’t know if this works.
**
The address lead me to the beauty parlor, it has lots of customers as seen on the window outside. I gently push the door, my hands shuffled inside of my bag to find the coupon.
“Uhm. Hi, excuse me.” I greeted the girl on the cashier.
“Hi Miss. Can I help you?” A smiled glowed on her face as she answers me.
“Uh, yes. I have this coupon. Eh, I don’t know how to use this.”
“So you are Ms. Crayson!”
“How did you know?” I asked.
“Somebody avails that for you. By the way, let me assist you on your room.”
“My room?”
The girl assisted me to ‘my room’ and then there, three gorgeous ladies standing beside the reversible chair. My lens fluttered everywhere; I noticed that the room was really like a celebrity’s dressing room. “So I’m gonna leave you here now Ms. Crayson, enjoy!” The cashier girl cheerfully waved her hand at me before closing the door. Three ladies aided me to my chair and started doing their business on me. The other one was on my toenails, the other one was on my fingernails and the other one was on my face.
“Ms. Crayson?” A voice popped. My eyes winced slightly because of the light directly on me, before I knew it, I’m already laid down. “We’re done to your face and nails. Let’s proceed to your hair.” I didn’t realized that I fell asleep, is that too long that I got bored or it’s just because I’m not really up for make-overs or maybe both? I sat from my laying position wherein I met myself on the mirror. I gasp with my astonishment, I can’t tell that I’m ugly, but only this time, let me… I like my face tonight. The lady who’s working on my face a while ago is now doing my hair.
After the long session, I am now allowed to tilt my head down. My clock says it’s already 7:30 p.m.
“Oh my gosh.” I mumbled. “I need to go. It’s already 7:30.” I grabbed my bag beside me, then smiled at the three ladies grooming me for the last time.
“Ms. Crayson somebody wanted to give you this.” She handed me a pair of black ankle boots and smiled at me back.
“Thanks? I mean thanks.” I accepted the shoes and made my way out of the beauty parlor as soon as possible.
I think Daphne’s spending too much on me.
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Styles Brothers (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
FanfictionThere is trouble on everything and there is safety in every way. But is it possible that your trouble-maker can also be your reason to be safe?
