Billionaire's Endearment

Chapter Two

Yeah, what's the worst that could happen?

Well, let me tell you that usually when you say that, the worst thing does happen. Now, I could say that the worst thing that could've happened was that I met this sexy, mysterious man who happened to be a class A Jerk. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe it was the worst thing, or the best thing. Let me tell you what did happen yesterday.

Flashback:

Lindsey is over at my house and she brought what looks like her whole closet. Well, maybe it would be my whole closet since I'm not a shopaholic. If and when I need clothes, I'll go. But other than that I don't shop. Not like Lindsey, she goes shopping at least twice a week. I wonder if I had the money her family does, if I would go shopping as much as her too. Suddenly someone snaps in my face
"Earth to Heather! God, Heather you zone out too much, you need a coffee." Lindsey bashes.
"Whatever," I mumble.

Lindsey and I compromised that my dress wouldn't be one of those huge, bright, show off dresses. I didn't want to stick out, but I also didn't want to look like I was less fortunate than everyone. I just didn't want to be noticed.

So she brought over her less attention seeking dresses as she called them. I didn't even know you would have this many dresses as just the "less attention seeking." She has a good 17 dresses here. I told her I didn't want a short dress though, so that knocks out about 8 of them. She has been putting dresses up against my body and thankfully we are the same size. I wouldn't want to have to wear the only dress I own, which is my baby blue prom dress. Pretty sure I wouldn't even fit in it anymore. She has narrowed it down to four dresses. I take some time to actually look at the dresses and I see the one I like. I ask her if I can try on the white one. She hands it to me and I go into the bathroom to put it on. Once I put it on, I look up into the mirror and gasp. I look... I look pretty. I've never really felt pretty, I've always thought I was just average, but swearing this dress, I feel pretty. This dress hugs all my curves in the right way, and it has a long slit up the leg which shows off my slender legs. It shows just enough cleavage and it is still modest. There is this gold part that circles my stomach. I am in love.

"Hello? Did you fall asleep in there? I wanna see it!" Lindsey knocks on the door rapidly.
"Sorry, coming!" I open the door and stand there while Lindsey's mouth pops open.
"Wow. This is great, you look beautiful babe! You need to show off this body of yours more."
I blush, I never like to be in the center of attention. "With a push up bra and some curls you'll be ready to go!" Oh Lindsey.

Lindsey is wearing a plum dress with lace at the top half than silky fabric from her waist down. It's very gorgeous and a "less attention seeking" dress if I do say so myself. She looks so beautiful. She made me wear my black lace lingerie set and I asked her why, since no ones gonna see it. She responded with, "It makes you feel more beautiful, you don't need a guy to feel pretty" and winked at me. So I'm wearing it, she was right, it does make me feel beautiful. She also curled my hair for me since the last time I did, I burned my hand so badly, I had to go to the hospital. What?! I'm clumsy!

We entire the gala, and I already feel out of place. Everyone looks so fancy and expensive. They all look so strict and businesslike. Lindsey hooks her arm with mine and whispers in my ear, "just smile and look confident, you look great." Easier said than done. After about twenty minutes of her walking around with me and saying hi to all the people she knew and introducing me, she said she needed to go to the bathroom and left me all alone. I wander over to the bar, as I need some liquid courage to get through the rest of the night. But as I'm about to make it to the bar my dress gets caught on something and I trip. As I await the force of hitting the floor, and the embarrassment that's to come, strong arms engulf me.