Fate

Chapter 50: THE END

"If loving you is a sin, then I'm defintely going to hell."

In the past week, we shot several parts of the movie. It was the fun I never really had. Except that they had to make me wear a wig because of my red hair and put so much make-up on my face. I mean, aren't Disney Princesses naturally beautiful?

A week had passed—which means, tonight is the night of the opening of the movie. I woke up at 7 in the morning. Yes, you heard me right. 7 in the freaking morning! I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. And that's a very foreign feeling to me. From crying myself to sleep to waking up from how happy I am. Was that what happiness felt like?

It was now 3pm and the party was at 5pm, I'll have to get ready right now before I rip out my clothes out of nervousness. I went to take a warm shower, letting the hot water fall on my skin and calms me. I rubbed a vanilla scented soap on my body and shampooed my hair with my cocoa-scented shampoo. Satisfied with my smell, I hopped out of the shower and wrapped a rope around my body. I'll have to put on make-up first, put the dress, then do my hair. The dress code they have is so annoying. Like honestly, they force us to wear high heels.

I stood in front of my reflection and applied the make-up I just bought two days ago. Which was contained of a smokey-look. I wish Shady was here, she'd know how to use this things I was never good at. I convinced myself that I can do it until I was finished stabbing my face and eyeballs. The thick make-up on my face made me look like someone else, someone beautiful. The deep red lipstick mingled so good with my flaming red hair and white skin. The eyeliner, black smokey eye shadow and fake eyelashes made my eyes grow even bigger and glow even brighter. I have to admit that I looked good. And I missed having this feeling. Daniel would come and peek through the door every once and a while whilst I was putting make-up on, but I kindly told him to fuck off.

As much as I want to see Daniel's reaction to my final look, I too, want to see how he's gonna look in a tux.

I eyed the purple dress laying lifelessly on my bed, there was a huge part of it's back that was revealing, with stripes holding it in a criss-cross way, and it was see through from the sides of my thighs. Pretty out-going for my fashion style. A girl in the cast who was named Simone, told me that deep purple would look so good on me because of my eyes color and skin tone. And the worker in the dresses store told me too so. So I got it.

And so, the purple material masterpiece was laying lifelessly on the matress. I picked up and touched the silver sparkly belt on the waist of the dress. The dress was long, long enough for me to trip over when I walk. It was floor-length. That's one reason why I got it—to feel like a princess. I got dressed up and checked myself in the mirror. The dress indeed looked like second skin. This gown—with spaghetti straps, was perfect.

The only thing left for me to do is to curl my hair. It's the most exhausting thing though. After finishing my hair, I looked at my reflection.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, my face doesn't look so pale after all, and the dark circles under my eyes were invisible. Perks of being a white girl. I really don't think I need a tan anymore though.

I didn't put so much foundation, I wanted these permanent brown spots on my face to be visible. Because that's who I am—not the freckles of course, but you get the point, right?

I smiled at myself in the mirror. Just then, Daniel entered the room. He sucked on a deep breath as he checked me out shamelessly. I grinned at him. I've always loved the way he stares, maybe I just like the way his eyes caress my skin in a way only he can do.