"Binali for the love of all things good and kind, CHOOSE SOMETHING!" Blake yelled.
"Don't yell at me, this is a process, ok? This doesn't happen in the shake of a wand." I say, gesturing to myself.
"Binali you are the most beautiful girl I know. Just put on anything it will look good."
I roll my eyes," then I'll just go in my underwear."
"Sounds good. Leggo." He said while getting up. I pull out another dress and hold it up to me.
"How does this one look?"
"Like perfection, put it on and let's go."
"Hmm..." I studied the outfit in the mirror. He collapsed on the bed and let out an irritated frustrated noise. I threw away the dress and collapsed next to him. "That's it. I'm not going. I have nothing to wear."
"You have a whole closet full!" He exclaimed
"But nothing goes with the event!" I whined.
"Knock, knock. Its party o'clock. Binali why aren't you ready?" My aunt asked.
"I have nothing to wear." I frown. My aunt glances at my messy closet.
"I see...I think I have something for you."
"Like what?" My aunt disappeared and came back with a black velvet dress.
"All the stories this dress could tell." She let out a happy sigh and held it out for me. "Here, take good care of it."
"...ok auntie." She looked as if I was holding her newborn.
***
"Ooo champagne. Don't mind if I do. Don't stray too far Hun." My aunt winks at the waiter after handing us our drinks.
"Auntie, do you go to these openings just for drinks and snacks?" I question her with a slight smile.
"Shh someone will hear you." She whisper-scolds. "Of course I don't Binali. I come here to support the art."
Blake and I share a look and I roll my eyes. "But I was excited for this one. The artist is very young but very talented. Lemme see if I can find her.
"Auntie wait- annnd she's gone. She probably saw the shrimp tray." I say with a frown.
"Let's just look around. She'll find us when she wants to." Blake suggested.
I sigh and nod. My aunt is really something else.
We walked around, the artwork was so realistic it was hard to believe it was a painting.
"Stalker." Someone whispered in my ear I turned around and saw a grinning West.
"Westly Martinez how dare you scare me like that!" I smack her arm.
"Missed you too." She squeezed me in a hug.
"West what are you doing here?"
"Can you not seem all the WMs on the paintings? This is my opening."
"No way! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"In case my project flopped so you would be disappointed along with me." She shrug
"You still could have told me! I would have supported you all the way. Awe well Westley they're so good. I'm so proud." I gave her a big hug.
"Good. I'm surprised your aunt didn't know who I am. I thought I was famous in the Lewis household."
"Well you are but my aunt...she is in a ship of her own."
"The best artists are always crazy." She winks.
"That's for sure," I say with a roll of my eyes
Author's Note
West is baaaaaack! Of course she's back, how can there be West without Binali? Thats like peanut butter without jelly.
I hope you enjoyed
Xoxo
drMischievous
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Call me Binali
Teen FictionThe sequel to They Call Me Mute Girl. Binali is now a freshmen in college, now she has to figure out a whole new dynamic of her life as she tries to move on from her past. But burrying your demons doesn't mean they're really gone.
