On Love Potions and Charms (Slow Editing)

Chapter 34: Sunny-Side Ups

This is it…

The moment of truth…

*Chapter Thirty Four*

(*‘-‘*) Annie's POV:

                I woke up with a woozy head. My room was glowing today in a beautiful tint of orange. Sweet lemons. Why do I feel so hungry? I sat up and stretched. My eyes landed on my alarm clock.

                12:26 pm

                OH MY SWEET LEMONS! It’s THAT late? I slept in for the whole morning!? No wonder I’m hungry.  I didn’t eat dinner properly last night and I skipped breakfast. Great! I stood up almost immediately and ran down the stairs. Who cares about how I look? I’m hungry and no one should mess up with me when I am.

                I took out two eggs from the fridge. My cooking skill isn’t that of a master chef but I still know how to make sunny-side ups. Mom taught me in case something like this would happen. It’s the only thing that I know how to make so I’ll just stay with that. I quickly fried them and scowled when I saw the outcome. They didn’t look like the way I expected sunny-side ups would be but then they are still edible so… I ate them all up along with some warmed-up sausages. Since I wasn’t able to cook rice, I just ate bread instead.

                Wow, this is what I call healthy eating Annie-style.

                While eating, I scrolled down on the unread messages that I got.

                From: Marzia

                Chica, gala is at 7. Be asombroso!

                I chuckled lightly at her message. Marzia is such a sweetie. Except when she isn’t. I hope that makes sense.

                From: Raven Ashbourne

                I’ll pick u up at 6:30. C u, Annie.

                I replied Raven a short ‘Okay. Thanks’ since there’s nothing much to say. Things will be better tonight and I’m hoping so hard that it should. I opened the last message and I smiled.

                From: Vincent Basche

                Can’t wait to see you. :J

                I didn’t reply. Because, frankly, I don’t know what to say. Let’s just keep it like that.

                When I was done, I looked at the time and it was already a few minutes past 1’o clock. Marzia’s party isn’t until seven tonight. I guess I have some five hours to prepare then.

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                I turned in front of the mirror one last time. I was wearing a white Victorian-inspired gown tonight, complete with a veil-like shawl and neck-covered collar. Since the party is formal, then no short cocktail dresses and mini showy outfits. Just the way I like it. Mom was the one who chose it for me. How did things got like this?

                At around two, I still didn’t know what to wear. We only have two in the house and both of them are owned by my mom. I quickly called her and asked if I could use it. She said she’ll be here in a minute. I couldn’t understand what she meant but then our doorbell rang unexpectedly after about thirty minutes. When I opened the door, there stood my mom with a wide smile on her face. In her arms was a box.