Confessions of a Cynic

T W E N T Y - N I N E

Watching Wendy slipped on her dress, talking non-stop about dresses and how its tiring sometimes women has to prepare themselves in order to look like million dollars, had Psyche brought herself thinking years back.

Way way back.

"You're going with who?" Psyche asked, almost angrily for the betrayal of her friend, breaking a promise that both of them would go stag at prom.

"Dave-you know that cute football player?" her high school friend, Lorie, repeated sheepishly.

"Football? You don't watch football. You don't even like football."

"I don't. But I never said I don't like football players. It's different." She said and began to left her friend and proceed to the lockers.

"But, you promise!" Psyche followed her.

"I know. But, I've always set my eyes on him for months."

"You barely know the guy."

"Psyche, it's just prom. It's not a marriage proposal."

"It could lead to one!"

"Stop being paranoid. It's our last year and everyone's talking about who's going with who at the prom and I thought, I want to have a date on prom too."

"Ugh!" Psyche crossed her arms in annoyance as they reached the lockers.

"I could get you a date if you'd like. There's Cole. I heard he wanted to ask you out."

"I heard he went out with Veronica Grahams." Psyche said, slightly sad about it. Having a date wouldn't be so bad actually.

While in the middle of her thoughts, she opened her locker and a pink paper flew out from it.
She watch it gracefully falling to the floor and for a minute, she wondered: what's this pink thing doing in my locker?

"What's that?" her friend, pointed out the pink squared paper on the floor.

"Beats me." Psyche shrugged and picked up the paper. Lorie rushed towards her side with a large grin on her face.

"Open it!"

"No way. Somebody must have mistakenly slipped this to my locker."

"Mistaken? It says there: to Psyche. I believe you're the only person who has that name in the entire school."

Psyche pouted. "Maybe." And slowly opened the letter.

"So? How is it?" Wendy asked, spreading her arms giving herself a little twirl as her skirt flew playfully.

"Wow. You look amazing, Wendy. Really really amazing." Psyche smiled widely at her beautiful friend and her beautiful dress. And she knows that this night would be perfect for both of them. That's really wonderful though.

"Do you think Robert's going to like this?" Wendy asked, this time standing in front of the full length mirror, her head angled as she look at herself with worry.

"Are you kidding me? If this won't get him worked up, I don't know what will. Trust me, you look amazing, Wendy." She reached for her friend's shoulder, and squeezed them both.

"Now, I want to see what you're going to wear!" Wendy said as she made little jumps.

"After I do your hair." She gently waved her hand at Wendy but her friend insisted.
" No. We wear our dresses together and do our hairs together."

With Wendy's words, Psyche proceed to the bathroom, holding her lacey white maxi dress. She held it up, just with her fingers on the spaghetti straps and stared at it for a few seconds. I wonder if its too much. She thought, thinking about the bare back of the dress.

And eventually, thinking about that night's dress. She was wearing spring, she thought with a smile. That tulled strapless dress with a soft pink ombred with purple to the darkest purple. They were flowers on it-added by herself.

She still remembered perfectly how she love that dress so much.
And how it was unfortunately ruined.

"I'm done." Psyche spread her arms, giving out a smilr just enough to held back some tears that tried to escape.

"Oh wow." Wendy stared at her, amazed at the bareness of the dress.

"Is it too much?" Psyche asked, looking at herself in the mirror. She knows she doesn't really have that much of breasts, so having the dress loosely on her chest isn't really seductive.

"I think it's gorgeous, actually. I just don't think I could wear it." She said, turning around her friend. "Are you trying to kill Eros?"

Psyche laughed at this. "Please. He's only going to say that its too much. Come on, let's do your hair."

She sat on the stool as Psyche began to style her hair."Really? Well, maybe he's just shy to tell how beautiful you are."
"Shy? That guy? Pssh. He always say rude comments abouty clothes."

"Like I said, to shy to admit."

"I-no. No."

"Well, I've always like your fashion."

"Thank you very much. I've finally found someone who appreciates my fashion."

"Can you design my wedding gown? I haven't found anything yet."

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious, Psyche."

Psyche smiled but found it quite unbelievable. "Okay then."

Robert couldn't help but worry about his fiancee. She sort of threw him out of the room since they were going to use it. But that was 7 hours ago, shouldn't they be finished?

"I haven't heard from Psyche either." Eros told him once they walked down towards the dining hall where the last dinner would be held.

Your woman just wants to surprise you." Diesel told him. "They always like big entrances."

That would definitely makes sense. Robert thought and began to relax. She loves giving him surprises and he loves it though.

Everything was set to be romantic. Colors of creams, golds and pastels were used for the table clothes and seats pads. A large 5 ft crystal candelabra was at the center of the table, invaded with soft pink roses and lilies.

"It's like a wedding reception already." Robert commented.

"It is." Diesel agreed. "My baby's gonna love this. I'm pretty sure."

"Yeah. So does mine." Robert joined.

"Mine too. I think she's going to tear up even."

"Really?"

"Definitely. To anything beautiful."

A few minutes later, Diesel's wife came with some of her friends. Robert and Eros could hear him say "damn, baby" as she walk towards him with a smile.

"Shouldn't they be here already?" Eros checked his time.

"I know. I think everyone's here but them." Robert looked around and caught sight of Amand and Henry shaking hands with Helena and Beatrice. "Even your grandmother is here."

Eros search with his eyes, looking for a blue hair woman. His eyes were too busy that he even didn't mind Carmen looking his way with her short white dress.

I wonder what she would be wearing? Probably, a crazy patterned dress. Or an ombred dress. Anything colorful. But, she would also wear some lacey dress though. And probably some flowers on hair.

I would love to see some flowers on her hair.

"Maybe we should check on them. They were at your room right? What's the room number? I'll go and make sure they're fine." He said, trying to sound calm but when he notice that Robert seemed awed and immobile, he looked at the direction to where he was looking and that's where he understood he no longer needs to go.

They were already there.

And that moment, Eros swore that he forgot to breathe the moment he laid his eyes on Psyche.