Broken Promises

Chapter One

~Five Years Later~

"Emmy!" Layla shrieked as she slammed the house door shut. I heard her clamber up the stairs and barged in my room. I raised my eyebrow up, and joked, "Care to knock once in a while?"

Layla is my best friend, and she knew she was welcome at any time of the day.. except for in the morning. She knew how grumpy I get when I don't get at least nine hours of sleep.

She plopped onto my bed and shoulder bumped me.

"You know you love me. And you are going to love me even more when I say that you have a huge surprise waiting for you tonight. So, yes, I bought us both cute outfits, accessories, and shoes. Oh, and my make-up kit!!" She clapped her hands excitedly and jumped up and hopped around my room.

Layla and I.. we are alike in some ways, different in others, but we are practically sisters.

She was the dark to my light: dark hair, dark eyes, and beautiful dark brown skin. Layla has an infectious energy that she always carries with her; she manages to stay positive and upbeat about nearly any situation, which is something I have always admired about her. She has kept me afloat for the last four years.

I exclaim, "Well don't keep me waiting! You know how I hate knowing about surprises!"

But I immediately stopped my griping when she pulled out the outfit from her bag. It was a white lace bodysuit paired with high-rise black jeans and black pumps. With it, she pulled out a few necklaces and giant hoop earrings. 

I squealed and grabbed the items and dashed to the bathroom. With soccer and university classes, I rarely have time to get ready. So when there is an occasion to get dressed up, I get very excited. I slipped out of my pajamas and took a quick shower. When I was done, I put on some shimmering lotion so my body sparkled slightly. I put on the outfit Layla got for me, and walked out of the bathroom with my wet hair still in a towel. 

I see that Layla had also changed into her outfit, and she looked absolutely stunning. She had on a one shoulder black dress that hugged her figure nicely and ended right above the knees. She finished off the outfit with a pair of black heels and was just finishing the touches on her make-up. Her eye shadow brought out the caramel colored specks in her brown eyes... she looked beautiful. 

"Layla, you look stunning!"

She grinned, "Thanks, love. You do too. Let me finish up my hair, and then I'll do your hair and make-up." She turned back to my vanity and continued to slightly curl her hair. About ten minutes later she came into the bathroom.

I had just finished painting my nails white. "You should let me know where we are going."

An evil glint appeared in her eye, and she just shook her head.

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An hour and a half later, I came out of the bathroom and took a first look and was amazed. My long dirty blonde hair fell down my back in voluminous waves, the different shades of blonde working well to create a depth to my hair I didn't think was possible. I told Layla to paint whatever makeup she wanted on my face, which she was all too excited to do.

"We must be going somewhere pretty fancy because we look so damn good," I say, admiring our reflections in the mirror.

She pinched my cheeks. "Oh, trust me. It's very fancy."

An alarm went off somewhere in the room. "Oh, it's my phone. We're right on time!" I looked at the time. It was 1:00. She took my hand, and grabbed two large bags sitting next to the door, and dragged me out of the flat.