My Superhero

Chapter 18

“Show me your top three outfits and I’ll pick one for you,”

The high-pitched, girly voice was coming from my laptop as Miranda chattered away excitedly. I swear she was more excited about my date with Jason than I was.

Okay, that was impossible.

My heart did a little cartwheel in my chest as I thought of him.

“Hey, lover girl, stop daydreaming and show me the outfits!” Miranda’s loud voice snapped me out of my little daze.

“Alright, alright, calm down, will you?” I giggled and walked to my closet, grabbing the three outfits I had picked out the night before.

“What’d you think?” I asked, holding up the first outfit in front of my webcam. It was the most casual of them, made up of a pair of white shorts matched with a blue floral silk shirt. I could see Miranda nodding her head in approval.

“Not bad, but too casual for a date,” she said after consideration, “Next.”

I replaced the first outfit back in the closet and picked the second one; a high-waist purple and beige tight skirt with Native American abstract prints and a loose beige top.

“Ugh, too hipster,” she shook her head vigorously.

“But I really like it!” I argued, staring lovingly at the skirt. Mom had gotten it for me from Spain on one of her trips there for her shop opening.

“I don’t care,” she replied stubbornly. I sighed and dropped the outfit on my bed.

“I hope this last one is good,” she said dramatically. I rolled my eyes at her and picked up the last outfit. I had a feeling she was going to like this one. It was a strapless bohemian style dress, shorter in the front and gradually longer from the back, with brown and emerald green patterns all over.

“I don’t know,” Miranda said, staring at her screen, “Try it on.”

I obediently stripped out of my pajamas and slipped the dress on then stood in front of my webcam, waiting for Miranda’s endless criticism.

“Oh my God,” she said slowly, “He’s going to fall in love with you,” her loud squealing made me laugh.

“So you like it?” I asked uncertainly.

“Yes!” she screamed almost immediately, making me giggle. “Wear your hair down; don’t do anything too drastic with it. Oh and put minimal make-up, maybe just a dash of gold eye shadow and lipgloss,” she rambled on.

“You’re the expert,” I joked, smiling. “I wish you were here to do my hair and makeup yourself,”

Her face became a mask of sadness. “I wish I were too,” she said glumly, “but I’m hoping I’ve taught you enough to be able to do it on your own.”

“Yes ma’am, you did,” I replied, giving her a mock-salute. Her loud laughter filled the room, making me almost forget that she wasn’t really here.

“You need to go get ready, and I need to go walk Mrs. Carlson’s dog,” she groaned. I scrunched up my face in disgust; Mrs. Carlson was the most irritating old woman I’d ever met, but I knew Miranda had to work as much as I could in order to save up enough money to buy a car.

“Good luck,” I said sympathetically.

“Don’t worry; the dog isn’t as annoying as Mrs. Carlson,” she said, laughing, “Have fun on your date! And don’t forget to report back as soon as possible,”

“I will,” I said, smiling, “Bye Miranda,”

“Ciao baby,” she said in a fake Italian accent, blowing me a kiss then logging off. I giggled at her goofiness as I shut down my laptop and put it away.