Little Black Dress

Chapter 5

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I just wanted to greet my baby, Harry Edward Styles a belated Happy 20th Birthday!! He is no longer a teenage boy ;( Well, keep up whatever your plans are and we, the fans will be there in every step you guys make.

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               To say that I was a total nerve-wreck was the understatement of the year. I could taste metallic, from where a accidentally draw blood by biting my lip hard. And now it fucking hurts. 

"Would you stop biting your lip and stop shaking, if I didn't know that the reason you're shaking is because of nervousness I would have thought you’re having a seizure." Karlo said while glancing at me. I just roll my eyes at him for being so blunt.

"Not helping" I replied while looking at the windows and flashes of light blinded me on the process. 

            After the colorful exchanged words of goodbye of my best friend, Lui, which includes of snapping and swearing, Karlo purposely dragged me in his limousine. I totally agree with the choice of the vehicle, because all of the people that will attend the ball will probably bring their limo with them and not their personal cars so we wouldn't attract other persons and paparazzi the will be lingering  in front of the venue to catch some juicy news and false accusation. Lazy Journos

     He also handed me a black and white folded invitation card with my name and Karlo’s name scribbled on it in an elegant letterings.

Miss Maria Elizabeth Jacob & Mr. Karlo Lanter

           I silently cursed my brother, even if I refused to attend the ball he would still irrevocably forced his way out just for me to attend it. I glanced at my name; it was the first time that I’ll be using our family name again with my presence around but with a mask at this time. You’re probably wondering why my last name was not Jones? Technically, it was my mother’s. Even if I ‘am covering up as another person, I don’t want to bring some other family name whom I do not know. And the perks of being friends of my mother to our principal, she let me take my mother’s last name as my own so people knew I was a just a "Elizabeth Jones" and not some sort of walking money. But in all of my records, I was named as Elizabeth Jacob.

            As for my-so-called-knight-for-the-night, Karlo was one of the trainees of my father and took care on his roof. I don’t know what I should call the building as a roof or a hard cement ceiling.

           His parents and my parents were and still great friends even if my mother was out of the picture. They also became my second parents when I get the chance to visit them in Florida.

Florida

I miss the humid and the blazing heat of the sun in Miami, soaking my feet on the cool ocean beach and bathing in the sun. He has a little brother which I adore so much, he’s name is Kaden, and he is only 5 years old contrast to Karlo’s 18 years old self. Whenever I visited them or vice-versa they would practically bicker to no ends and be putting Kaden into a crying hysterics and blaming the fault to me. How sweet?

          But being Kaden as my little saviour. He always told them the truth and the only thing that would make him stop his tears was if his big brother gives him a piggy back ride which is quite hilarious if I may say.

“But Mom! I am older and mature now. I can’t play things like that!” Karlo whined while pouting his lips. I would agree to that but the latter was not. This goes on and on until he grumbled and lower himself so his brother can lean on his back.