A.N. As I promised this is a comparatively long chapter. Go ahead read.
Only performers were invited to the party after the performance. Wendy entered 30 minutes late but she was dressed like a princess!
Her chocolate brown hair fell on her shoulders in perfect curls. Her lips, anybody who saw them would vividly remember their crimson red, blood like color. Bringing out her radiant features, was her dress. The dress,colored to match her lips , was one with lace. It ended halfway down her thigh. She wore black six inch stilletos. Wendy was defining 'drop-dead gorgeous' that night.
"Guess who's looking at the most beautiful person in the house?" said a familiar voice approaching from behind.
Wendy's BFF Valerie.
"Hey sistah!" Wendy replied.
"Hey sistah! I think Marco's checking you out." she stated casually.
Wendy's cheeks transitioned into a baby pink color. Natural blush.
Valerie took her bye the elbow and turned her 90 degree clockwise so she could clearly see Marco. Marco was speaking to Alisha, their ballet teacher but every now and then he would steal glances from Wendy closely followed by almost unnoticable smiles.
Hillary saw Marco eyeing Wendy and walked right towards Wendy.
"You look TERRIBLE today. Red doesn't suit you." she said pushing Valerie away with her nail.
"Anyway meet my boyfriend", added Hillary. "Marco!"
"Polo." said Valerie, calmly yet defensively,"Always nice to help the blind. Red suits Wendy. Alot."
Hillary stomped away towards the apple punch table, anger flaring in her eyes.
To replace her came Marco.
"Did any of you two beautys call me?"
