CHAPTER I
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd and say hello, little did I know that you were Romeo
[OCTOBER 2013]
Sandra Drummond
She got out of the cab and her mother and brother followed. The place was near but they had to take the cab because they were wearing cocktail dresses and a suit. She went in first.
"Sandy! You look beautiful! Its nice that you came early, Rachelle expected you'd be late - as always she said." Anna, Rachelle's mom, greeted Sandra as soon as she saw her. Anna was a shorter and younger woman than Sandra's mom. She had a small oval face and fair skin. Her brows were thick and her eyes and nose and lips were small. She wore a laced black dress and a pair of red stilettos, her black curly hair wrapped in a bun.
"Hi Aunt Anna, i intended to go early just for tonight. I wouldn't miss this for the world, or be late for this, its finally my best friend's becoming of a woman! I'm so excited for her!" Sandra exclaimed, her eyes filled with excitement and joy. Anna, smiled at her and then tilted her head when she noticed Sandra's mom and brother behind Sandra.
Sandra's mom smiled and her eyes wrinkled. "Hi, its nice to see you again." Amanda said, formally as if Anna was one of her clients and not her daughter's best friend's mother. Anna gestured her hand to welcome them inside the gazebo.
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"Rachelle!!!" Sandra waved at her best friend and then came running into her and gave her a hug. "Happy eighteenth birthday! You look really, really beautiful tonight!" Sandra said as soon as she hugged her. Rachelle was beautiful despite her figure - she was quite stout. She had skin just as fair as Sandra's and her oval face suited her small chingky eyes and small pointed nose and her thick black curly hair she inherited from Anna. Her brows were thick and her lips were small - much like a bird's beak, like her mom, Anna's. Rachelle wore a purple balloon gown full of swarovski stones that shone bright and a pair of hot pink stilettos.
Rachelle's face lit up as she smiled. "I can't believe it, you're not late and you're actually on time!" She said, remarkably making it sound as insulting as she possibly intended it to be.
Sandra quickly frowned. "Rachelle you're so mean, you know i wouldn't have ever been late for this, not for anything in the world! Really, you shouldn't think i'd be awful like that. Hello! I'm your best friend, your sister from another mother! I can't afford to be late on this one just as much as i couldn't be late on my wedding day." Sandra said and the two of them laughed. They both imagined Sandra being late on her wedding day. It was just the most silliest thing ever! And knowing Sandra, that was just so liker her to be late on her own wedding day and the cause would probably be either she over slept or got lost on her way to the chapel. Sandra was the type of girl that would eat pizza and plato wraps thirty minutes before the start of her wedding ceremony and then accidentally wipe the sauce on her wedding gown. Absurd. Right.
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That night, Sandra's murder weapon was a sleeveless formal, knee-length sequined hot red dress with a touch of black laced spaghetti straps that made her shoulders look bold and sexy with a pair of elegant comfy gold doll shoes that glittered. Half of her hair was pulled up, leaving the other half falling straight down to her shoulders. She didn't wear so much make-up even if it was a party - the ironic part is that she was a make-up enthusiast too, but she preferred putting on the no make-up make-up look. It was October 25th, a Friday night, she wasn’t there for him. She didn’t even know him. And she doesn’t come to late night parties like that one - she doesn't go out on Friday nights afterall, Friday nights were Fridates till late up night with the stocks of novels she had in her Ipad. It was her best friend’s debut, that’s only why she came. She stood there beside their table with her mother and her brother sitting there, when she saw him arrive together with the other boys. She easily recognized who he was. Somehow even without him telling his name she already knew who he was. It didn’t make sense to her that she could recognize who he was when its the first time she's seen him - or how she knew that he was that person, that he owned that name she remembers she heard once, while eating on a long dining table at Rachelle's house two years ago. It was a simple name and maybe because it was simple that she remembered it. He was wearing the usual black tux, a big smile on his face and his hair reflected the colored lights. He didn't looked like any High School Musical's Zac Efron, or The Valentine's Day's Taylor Lautner, or The Twilight Sagas' Rober Pattison, or The Vampire Diaries' Ian Somerhalder. He wasn't like those hotshot guys. He wasn't striking - or was a stud. Why was she even looking at him? And why does she even have thoughts of him? She asked herself, as her lips pursed without her intention of doing so.
