The Princess of the Streets

Eight - Party

I sat in my room with Cara while my dad went and got my car. Cara was straightening my hair for a big party that was supposed to take place at my dad's club later that night.

My dad had this sort of tradition where at least once every month he threw a party at the club for family, friends, and the gang's families. It got really rowdy at times, but it was always fun.

"I can't believe he actually got your car towed," Cara said with a laugh. She wouldn't stop laughing about it since I told her though I didn't see what was so funny about it. She brushed her fingers through my hair and set down the straightener.

"I couldn't either. Hopefully he'll knock it off now." I picked up my favorite dark lipstick and put in on. I was wearing a black T-shirt that I had cut into a crop top and a pair of holey jeans. My shirt ended a few inches below my chest, and it showed off my bellybutton piercing. It was a dangling one with a cross.  

I looked over at Cara who was standing in front of my bed. She had straight, shoulder-length brown hair and pretty blue eyes. She was about 5 feet even and had the prettiest delicate features. She was honestly the most innocent woman I had ever met. It had occurred to me that she had never been to a big party-event at the club before.

"Cara, would you maybe, possibly want to go with?"

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Not a chance."

"Why?" I whined. "It would be so much fun. Plus all of my sisters are going to be there. I'm sure they all miss you."

She pursed her lips. "You know how I feel about all of that stuff. I don't drink and I can't dance."

"Don't worry. Nobody's going to force you to drink. And I want to teach you how to dance!" I said, excited by the thought. I grabbed Cara's arm and twirled her. "It'll be fun."

Cara grinned. "I'm going to look so stupid."

I squealed. "Does that mean you'll come?" I jumped like an idiot and sat Cara down on my bed. "We're gonna surprise Dad. He won't even recognize you by time I'm done dressing you up like a bad ass bitch." I grinned widely and started going through my makeup.

It only took twenty minutes for me to give Cara smoky eyes, dark lipstick, and dress her in a black cut-off t-shirt that went to her thighs. The only way she'd wear it like a dress was if she wore shorts underneath, but they weren't visible. She also wore a black tank top underneath so you couldn't see her sides or anything. At least she put on the shirt, though. Baby steps.

"Every guy in the club is gonna hit on you tonight," I told her with a grin.

"They will not. They know I'm with your dad," she said with her arms crossed

"That's the beauty of it, Cara. They won't even recognize you. Not that I don't love how you usually are, but you need to live a little," I said with a shrug. I was honestly having way too much fun with this. Plus, I figured it would make Dad appreciate Cara more if he saw other guys looking at her. 

"I live every day," she muttered, pulling at the bottom of the 'dress.'

I couldn't really argue with that, so I ran my fingers through my straightened hair and touched up my lipstick. 

"I'm back!" Dad yelled from downstairs. "I got your car, now let's go!"

I sighed in relief. Just knowing my car was back and safe at the house made me relax. 

I grabbed Cara's wrist and dragged her out of the room. She pulled back lightly the second we got out my door. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea. I have to do laundry, anyway..."