ROSE

28. Dinner

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It was the first Sunday that I found filled with boredom, finding nothing to do at all, not even studies or homework. Even though all I wanted to do is to see Anthony, I can't. He said that his mother was coming to town this week and he wanted her to meet me so today morning, he texted me saying that he will bring her from the airport and that we will have dinner at his house, at night. Which is why I wasn't rushing to get rid of my boredom because as soon as Rita arrives here, it will vanish.

Lucky me for not having shifts on Sundays and that I will have time to go get something to wear but when I told Rita, she told me that I can borrow something of hers. I knew that my budget won't make me buy something as nice as what Rita has so I agreed. First impressions are everything and I don't want his mom to think badly of me. Hopefully, she's nice and won't care about how I live alone or how I get dressed and will only concentrate on who I truly am and how much I care about her son.

I got a text from Rita, telling me that she arrived so I took my things to go meet her. I left with her to her house and she insisted to pick the dress that I will wear.

"Okay, so two options." She held two dresses on her arms. "This red one," she showed it to me. It was a red dress that is tight from the top and loose, starting by the waist. It had a V neck with thin strips. "Or this." She showed me the other one. It was much more simple than the red. It was a tight black dress that is probably a little taller with also a V neck that will push my breasts out. They were both so revealing of the cleavage. "Try them on."

I took them and walked to her room and tried the black one first. I liked the colour and preferred it rather than the red. I looked in the large mirror in front of me and gasped. It was too short and showing a huge part of my breasts. It was also so tight, drawing perfectly the shape of my body. I walked out to show Rita.

"Oh lord. I didn't know you have bigger boobs than mine." She started and I giggled. She was so comfortable around me, commenting on whatever she wanted to comment on without thinking twice about it.

"It is too tight." I tried to slide it a little lower to, at least, be right above my knees but it wasn't working. If I pull it down, my breasts will show more and if I pull it up, it will be shorter than it already is.

"I like it on you." She smiled. "I pick this one."

"Imagine I bend." I crossed my arms and gave her a warning look.

"Better." She threw her head back, laughing at me.

"I'm going to meet a mother for the first time, I am not going to a disco." I said and sighed.

"Disco? That's the most bad part you know?" She mocked me then told me to try the red one.

I walked in the room, took the black dress then tried the red one and looked in the mirror. It was also showing a lot of my cleavage but it wasn't as bad as the black one. It was wider at the lower part which wasn't showing how short it was. I was comfortable in it to move however I want and it was also a decent dress to meet Anthony's mother with.

I walked out and Rita's eyes went wide. I smiled and looked down at what I was wearing, holding its wings with my fingers and moving from left to right.

"You look so good in this. Definitely this one." She said. "With some red lipstick, wow." She imagined and got up, walking to her room.

"Rita, I'm not putting make up on. I would rather be natural the first time meeting her." I insisted, knowing that's exactly what I was going to do.

Until she forced me to do otherwise.

Fifteen minutes later, she turned me around to look in the mirror to look at my curled hair, make up done and my unusual style of outfit and didn't know what to say. I look so different and felt so different. I felt more confident than I've ever been, not only because I had make up and was wearing a dress that was showing my body but because I realized that all the girls, wearing like that and having make up on that I call pretty on a daily basis and wished I looked as gorgeous as they are, are not prettier than me.

I realized how everyone was hidden behind makeup and how different people actually can look without it. I know that having it is not bad but seeing the way I looked with it made me feel as beautiful as I saw them.

Also, even when Rita begged me to wear heels, I refused hardly. It was already hard for me to wear a dress so I'm not going to put more pain on my plate. I put on a pair of red ballerina.

"And the red lipstick, last touch." She opened the red lipstick and leaned close to my face. She softly drew my lips and filled them as I waited for her to finish. When she moved away from the mirror, I smiled.

A few minutes later, after taking thousands or pictures with Rita as she repeated how proud she was of her work she did to me, I finally got a text from Anthony that he is on his way, arriving in just a few minutes. So I thanked Rita for everything and hugged her goodbye.

I sighed and left. Right when I get out of the house, his car was parked and he was outside of it, leaning on the door of my seat, crossed feet, eyes glued to the screen of his phone. I smiled and approached him. His head slowly looked up at me, scanning me from toe to head, small grin forming slowly on his lips.

I stopped right in front of him to get in the car but he was still looking at me. Just under his eyes that I felt pretty. Just under his eyes that I was confident.

"You look...gorgeous." He whispered, holding my two hands and pulling me closer to him.

"Thank you." I gave him a warm smile.

The drive was basically all full of me questioning about his mother and all what I got is that she's very nice when it comes to Anthony and his needs that nothing at all could stop her from planning a good future for her kids. That talked reminded me of my own mother and how she would do anything to make me happy. Even though everything Anthony said about his mother was positive, I couldn't find a way to avoid the anxiety that kept reminding me of how something could go if she didn't like me.

I felt a hand on my own as the car stopped. I looked at Anthony to see his smile and his eyes looking straight into mine. "Don't worry." He simply said, holding my hand tight and caressing it with his thumb.

We walked inside and all the way to his apartment hand in hand. It was our first time holding hands for so long and walking as we kept in touch. I would enjoy it way more if I wasn't so stressed meeting his mother.

"Ready?" He asked as we stood right in front of his door. It was also my first time visiting his house. Today holds so many first times. He opened the door and the first thing I saw was his mother's back standing in the kitchen.

She turned around, kitchen gloves covering her hands, as Anthony walked in and me following, she smirked a little and that made me feel less scared, until she shook her head and turned back to what she was doing.

"So I came all the way here to meet...her."

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