“Mom?” To be honest, I was so confused to why my mother was calling me. She never really cared about my interests, or me in general, unconcerned with where I am or what I am doing, so seeing her call me was just startling and foreign. She didn’t even know I finished exams today.
“ Marine, finally I got to you, do you ever answer your phone?” I make my vision to my phone screen, 5 missed calls. Whoops.
“Nice to hear from you too mother.”
“Can you stop being smart with me right now, I am not in the mood for your attitude and I am immensely stressed.”
I roll my eyes,“ Sorry for bothering you, is there anything you want from me. ”
“Marine, your brother, Louis, is coming home from Colombia for the summer tomorrow and I am throwing a little party for him tomorrow, so you need to go buy yourself something nice to wear, you have been dressing awfully lately by the way, then come straight home, I need your help with organizing things, Oh, and tell Electra and Sage their parents are invited, and they can join as well.”
Fuck.
“Louis is coming, tomorrow, as in Saturday tomorrow?” I gulp, anxiety rushing through my veins making my hear beat faster and my palms soak.
“Yes I just said that, did you hear anything I just said? Now go buy yourself something nice, why can’t you dress nicely like your friends?” she always has words of encouragement for me. Appearances and impressions mattered a lot for her, she being an Ex-super model and all.
“ That’s because one of my friends wants to be a fashion stylist and photographer, and the other is-“ I begin to try and depend myself, but is cut off by
“Marine, your giving me a headache, goodbye” and then she hung up the phone.
“How is your mother?” Sage asks sarcastically, knowing the obvious answer to that question.
“ Guys my pompous ass of a brother is coming tomorrow, fuck.”
“Your brother is coming?!” Sage and Electra say at the same time.
“ For the whole summer, how am I going to deal with another gigantic ego for 3 months?” My brother Louis is a sophomore in the university of Colombia. He is literally the most stuck up, and least empathic person I have had the curse to live with. He’s wildly popular, and treats women like they are shit, just like my father. He thinks by hooking up with women constantly and not conforming to girlfriends makes him feel superior and gives him confidence in himself, and being a feminist, it sickens me that I’m related to someone so self centered.
“My mom is having a party for their perfect, Ivy League son’s arrival and I have to go buy a dress. She’s inviting you guys too as well as your parents.”
“ I always like an excuse to go shopping! Ok so this is what we do, lets go buy the tickets then get ourselves dresses. I’m actually excited! I’ve been in a fancy mood lately, other than your brother’s arrival and the judgmental multi-millionaire 40 year old.” Though Electra was quite excited, I couldn’t be any less. At that moment I really just felt like being alone. Just when I thought things where starting on the right foot, bam! Something bad blocks my road to serenity. I didn’t like being treated like a peasant by my mother, and I didn’t want to buy a damn new dress, these people where not worth a new dress, but being me, I listened to my mothers orders, like usual.
After buying our Rolling Stones tickets, we decided to take a cab to Soho, one of the centers of fashion in New York, to buy our dresses. We walked along the streets and stopped by a few designer shops for Electra, but we ended up stopping by a cute boutique to buy something quick and uncomplicated.
I really didn’t enjoy shopping that much, and I never was a huge fan of dressing up, I physically cant walk in heels without falling over or accidently kicking someone; I liked to be comfortable. I didn’t go shopping without Electra, she knew everything there is to know about fashion; she dressed so simply but yet so edgily. She also was 5’9 and had the metabolism of an 8 year old, anything she wore looked great on her. She also had flawless features, like the darted freckles inked on her face, defined cheekbones, and her flaming green iridescent eyes. I envied her greatly.
I looked around the shop, but I couldn’t find anything that I really liked, all the dresses where either too revealing, or just over the top. After 15 minutes, I was still twirling around the shop, while Electra and Sage where already paying for their outfits.
“ Are you still looking for something?” Sage asks.
“ I can’t find anything I like…” I replied awkwardly.
“Here, try this on” Electra picks a random hanger from the rack and hands it to me.
“ OH MY GOD, THIS WOULD LOOK AMA- OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT” Electra was running all over the boutique, her fashion spirits speaking to her every 5 seconds. By the next minute I had 7 dresses in my hands.
We made our way to the dressing room, where I tried dress after dress, many being too extravagant for my taste, but Electra encouraged my likings of each article of clothing. “ You look hot!” she said as I walked out in a skimpy black dress that rested just below my butt. “Not really…” I would say. I finally tried the last dress.
I walked out of the dressing room, and Sage’s mouth gaped.
“ That’s the one,” she said. Electra nodded in agreement, a grin developing on her face, obviously proud of her workings.
I actually really liked it.it was an easy, relaxed fit indigo chambray dress with a V-neck, sleeveless with thin straps and a Crochet trim along the sides. It had a Straight hem. As well, it wasn’t too revealing, the length hitting at the knee.
“ And it’s LAGRCONNE, you’re getting it and if not, I will.” Sage says. It was really nice, expensive, but I could wear it to any occasion.
“It would be perfect with the white Cole Haan x Jen & Oli Mary Jane Sandals I got you, a leather pouch and a metal bracelet. You can just borrow the pouch from me. There done and done now lets go baby cakes” Electra smiled and pushed me into the changing room to change out of my dress.
Once I paid for the dress with the credit card my mother gave me, we all said our goodbyes, me having to go and help my mother out before the party, and the rest of the girls started to get drowsy, realizing how exhausted they actually where.
I called a cab and headed to my luxurious apartment. I was in for a really interesting day tomorrow.
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I hope you guys are liking it! im doing a double unpdate AGAIN only because chapter 4 is shorter than usual and I didn't want to post it on it's own. Things are going to get interesting soon promise!
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