Letty's POV
New Year's Eve. Every year Mr Toretto had a big party for everyone on the block, every single person was invited. All were welcome in the Toretto household. It was chill. Relaxed. People brought their own alcohol or non alcoholic alternative and Mr Toretto supplied a little. The dining room table was pulled out and the chairs stacked up in the corner and dishes of food were lined up in near rows until it was practically groaning with food. People brought what they liked and shared. No huge preparation went into New Year's at Mr Toretto's it was one of those events which just seemed to fall into place.
Upstairs Mia and I got ready. Whilst I had been content to wear jeans and a hoodie, Mia refused to let such a thing happen. Instead, because it was New Years, we were to dress up. For what reason I couldn't understand. We weren't leaving the house.
"It's a party Let, just put the damn skirt on, you'll look good in it," Mia said, her voice cajoling. Her eyes danced as she waved the short leather skirt at me.
Inside I buckled. I did like the skirt. It was leather and had a bad ass vibe about it. It was the sort of thing that I liked to wear.
"Oh you're hesitating. I win. Get it on," Mia ordered. At fifteen she had a real motherly vibe about her and when she used that tone I knew there was no arguing with my best friend.
I pulled the skirt on and Mia tossed me a deep red jumper with three quarter length sleeves. I wasn't totally out of my comfort zone but I didn't feel entirely secure in my outfit. It wasn't something that I would have chosen.
Mia had pulled on a black bodycon dress and she had dressed it up jewellery. She had her makeup done immaculately and her hair straightened impeccably. She looked stunning.
"Okay, makeup?" Mia said prompting me in her sort of direction.
I shook my head. "No chica. Not my scene."
"Yep and my name ain't Mia Toretto. Sit!" She folded her arms and nodded towards the chair. Once Mia made her mind up she was unmoving. She didn't flinch until the last second but tonight she wasn't budging. There was no arguing.
I sat as obediently as the disobediently knew how to and closed my eyes. Twenty minutes later I opened them and was pleased when all she had applied was foundation and eyeliner followed by mascara and a hint of blusher and bronzer and a deep red lipstick. It was better than I could have hoped for. Mia had even fixed my wavy hair into a half up half down style. In many ways I barely recognised myself. I looked older. Prettier. It was actually shocking what a little makeup could do. I smiled in the mirror, a proper lipsticky smile. I did look good.
"Right shoes on and downstairs we go," Mia said. She was practically bouncing with excitement. The boy she liked was coming tonight and as much as I didn't like the blonde brat she was with I wouldn't say any more than I already had on the subject.
I pulled on the cripplingly high heels. Black paten, they were beautiful. Typically they were Mia's. I usually wore combat boots so this was a nice change.
We slipped downstairs where the party had already begun. Half ten and it was buzzing. Mia dragged me to the make shift dance floor in the living room and we danced for a little bit. The music a good mix of old and new. It appealed to all ages.
Mia was eventually pulled away to join the blonde haired brat, as I came to realise he was called Cormac. They slipped off into a darkened corner where he would no doubt try to make her blush. So I left the dance floor and went off in search of a drink. Anything at this point.
In the dining room I bumped into Dom and Vince. Vince had his arm slipped around some red heads waist and she looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. She wasn't in to him at all but Vince wasn't getting the message. He was quite far on, a little too drunk to take no for an answer. Yet the red head obviously had a bit of fight in her. Something stirred inside her making her want to fight him as his hand slid down onto her ass and he pulled her in.
