A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 38 ~

Abigail's POV

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The next day

After getting back into the car, we all head back to the hotel to get ready for our night out.

"What are you wearing tonight?" Becca asks me.

"Um, I'm not really sure," I say as I think about the dresses I brought.

"What?" She questions and I shrug my shoulders.

"I don't know...I haven't really thought about it, I guess," I say and she thinks for a moment.

"Did you bring anything other than work dresses?"

"Sweatpants and a bathing suit..." I respond and we laugh.

"So maybe that's not exactly club appropriate," she says and I agree. "Maybe we should go to the mall and pick up something?"

"That's probably a good idea," I state and Angelo and Josh groan.

"We don't have to go to the mall, do we?" Josh sighs and Becca and I laugh. After a few minutes of arguing, we agree to drop them off back at the hotel while we go in search for a 'club appropriate' dress.

When we get to the mall, we search through about five different stores before going into Macy's . We are searching in different sections of the store when I hear a small scream and everyone turns around to find the source. I look over to see Becca with one hand covering her mouth, her face flushed, and a dress in the other.

"Sorry," she whispers to everyone in the store and everyone glares before turning back around. She runs over to me with the dress in hand.

"Oh my god, look at this!" She squeals and I look at the dress for a second. The dress in her hand is black, sleeveless with two sheer lines around the neckline, one around the waist. Its perfect.

"Wow," I say as I eye the dress over a few more times.

"Don't you like it?" She asks as her smile starts to fade.

"No, no, no, its great...but I doubt it will look good on me," I say and she rolls her eyes before shoving the dress in my direction.

"Yes it is," she responds and I don't say anything back. I follow her to the section that has the shoes.

"What's your size?" She asks.

"I wear an 8," I say and she scans the shelf before her eyes land on a pair of black pumps and she grabs them.

"But I already have-" I start but she holds up her finger, cutting me off.

"These are just so you can try them on with the dress to really set it off," she says and shoves them in my arms as well.

We walk around the store some more to the jewelry section and she gets a thick, silver metal bracelet and hands it to me.

"I think we're set, you ready to try this shit on?" She asks excitedly and I nod. We walk over to the dressing rooms and I step inside, hanging up the dress and setting the cuff and shoes on the small bench. I slip off my clothes and stare at the dress for a second. I randomly look down at my thighs and start to panic. I forgot about my still visible scars, what if the dress isn't long enough to cover them? I breathe heavily before sliding the dress off the hanger. I unzip it, step into it, and pull it up. I move my hair to the side on one shoulder, pull it up, then zip it. I pull on the shoes and the bracelet before turning around in the mirror. Wow

I stare at my reflection surprised. I don't look bad, and thankfully, the dress comes just below my scars. It fits me perfectly and just, wow. I love it.

"How's it going in there?" Becca asks behind the door, snapping me out of my trance. I don't answer I just pull the door open and her eyes go wide.

"Damn girl," she says and I laugh a little.

"Does it look okay?" I ask self consciously.

"Hell yeah, it looks stunning on you," she responds with approval. "So it's a yes?"

"Yes," I respond and she lightly claps her hands. I walk back into the dressing room and take off the outfit, putting back on the clothes I was wearing. After purchasing the dress we wander around the mall.

"We still have a good amount of time before we have to leave, do you want to get our nails done?" She asks and I look down and my chipped black fingernail polish.

"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea," I laugh and we head into the nail salon.

I get almond-shaped acrylics, painted dark gray and Becca gets her's done in red. While they're drying we look at each other, nodding in approval and smiling. For once I feel like I have a semi-normal life; getting my nails done with my best friend and getting ready to go out to the club. At the moment my life isn't revolving around sadness and crying. I'm actually happy. Really happy, and I hope the feeling will last for a while.

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I plug in my straightener then turn on the shower. When gets hot enough, I step inside, quickly washing my hair then shaving. Once I get out, I dry my hair then straighten it. I walk over to my dress lying on the bed and slip in on. I sit down at the small desk in the corner of the room where all my makeup is. I take more time than usual, trying to make every last detail as perfect as possible.

I put on primer, followed by foundation and some loose powder. I then contour my cheeks a little and put on a light white highlighter on the tops of my cheek bones. I fill in my eyebrows and do a dramatic winged liner; a little more bold than how I would usually do it, but not too bold. I put on a little mascara and pop on some small fake eyelashes I picked up at Ulta while we were in the mall. Last but not least I apply a Jeffree Star velour liquid lipstick in the color Androgyny to my lips. I get up and slip on the cuff I bought today and the black pumps. I grab my clutch that I bought today as well, a dark silvery color that matches the cuff, and my phone. I go back into the bathroom, giving myself a once-over before leaving. I smile at myself in the mirror and head out of my room. Tonight is going to be amazing. 

A/N: For anyone wondering of how I picture Abigail to be, I added a picture on Chapter one, I know its kinda late in the story to be adding it now, but if any of you were wondering... Anywho, I'm sorry for not updating recently, I'm in the process of moving so I've been living with my grandparents for the past few weeks (they don't have internet). Plus, school started back on the 1st of this month (which is way too fucking early if you ask me), and I have a crap ton of homework from my honors classes.

Thanks for reading, I hope you like it, and if you do, please vote. Every vote means a lot to me and lets me know that you all want me to continue on with the story. 😉 ~Xmotionlessbridesx