Happy Birthday, Tiff - Part 3

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Tiffany.

"Oh my f*cking days.." Celeshia put her glass of wine down and cupped her palm over her mouth as she stared at me. I smiled coyly, rolling my eyes at her dramatic tendencies.

"On my life you look so f*cking buff," she scuttled over to me, her hand immediately feeling on the silky fabric of the figure hugging dress I had put on after my long shower consisting of Veeting every single part of my body until I was smooth and completely hairless. "And I haven't even done your makeup yet." She grinned clapping her hands.

I beamed appreciatively turning to my full length mirror attached to my wardrobe. "You're actually getting me gassed."

I covered my goofy smile as she continued to look at me in shock.

"Nah, I knew you had a body yeah, but this dress is just…" she sighed leaning on one side and tilting her head."This dress was actually made for you."

I tilted my own head as I started at myself in the mirror. The dress started low at my chest in a low V shape, supported by string straps that sat on my shoulders. It clung onto my body like a second skin, stopping around my shins under my knees. I could feel the breeze on my back as the dress was nonexistent until the start of my bum - similar to my swimsuit. The white colour allowed my skin to glow and complemented my brown tone. The dress was simple and elegant.

"Theo will cop a heart attack tonight boy. I feel sorry for him," she laughed as she grabbed my robe from my hook and threw it at me. I shook my head laughing as I fastened it around myself. My hair was freshly done as well falling pin straight down my back and over my shoulders. Celeshia had straightened the hell out of my leave out, giving me a curved side parting, slicking down my baby hairs. I absolutely loved it. It matched my hair perfectly giving it a realistic look - not to mention how sleek the new hair felt against my skin. Celeshia has really and truly given me a first class birthday look.

"I see that you have already started on the Echo Falls." I nod over to her almost finished glass of wine. Celeshia had made sure that she was the one who bought me my first 'legal' alcoholic beverage. Instead of her to buy vodka or something wild; she wanted tonight to be 'prestige' settling on wine instead.

She laughed dragging over my swivel chair. "Mate, I need to get waved. Tonight we will turn up at Sinners Lounge". She then brought out her large makeup kit consisting of Mac, Benefit, Nars, Sleek, and Bobbi Brown products.

"Sinners Lounge?"

"Yeah that's the name of the club. Oh yeah I forgot to tell you!" she suddenly lit up. "Apparently the club is going to bang tonight cos there's some event going on. Bare people I know are going so your birthday couldn't have been on a better date," she grinned pointing down to the chair. I raised my eyebrows even more excited for tonight.

I sat down on the chair feeling an aching sensation in my bum from how long I had to sit down today. She started on my eyebrows and I smiled feeling déjà vu from when she did my makeup for the college rave.

"See why can't we be by ourselves sometimes, see I've been having this on my mind for a long time," She sang lowly along to Erykah Badu's Call Tyrone which was playing.

My eyes travelled slowly around as I sat still with my head titled up and Celeshia's face looming over mine with her hand rested on the top of my head. I stared up at my female best friend mentally thanking her for all that she has done for me since I first met her. She had her hair up in rollers with no makeup on, her flawless brown skin still looking good without it.  Celeshia was blessed with thick hair so her eyebrows were a nice thick shape, neatly threaded into a pretty arch. Her eyes took a winged Asian cute shape and her small button nose was decorated with a tiny silver stud which brought out her beauty even more. Her full plump lips were pulled in as she was in deep concentration. Her eyes swivelled down to meet mine after a while before she blinked back to my eyebrows unfazed.

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