Room Service (On Hold)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

I don’t know if I’m running out of time, or I’m really paranoid. I had finally emptied my luggage, and organized my clothes quickly, not even organizing by color, as I always did. I decided after about 20 minutes that I should wear my blue striped dress. I t reached above my knees for about a centimeter. It was a combination between the blue stripes with white ones as well. It also had a red ribbon just beneath where my chest should be.

As I got it on, I wondered if I actually had to wear a casual dress or something more fancy. He will show you around France, I thought.  I think it shouldn’t be fancy at all. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a little skinnier with this dress, which was good. But my hair, I needed to straighten it at least. I had to apply some makeup, not much, and then, shave my legs.

I sometimes wished girls didn’t have to do all of this, to look good. I sighed and started ironing my hair, until it looked somewhat nice.

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After about 30 minutes, I looked great. I had applied just a little mascara and lip gloss, not bothering to add something else. Wow, you apply yourself more makeup to get breakfast instead of a date, I thought, which made me laugh a little. And now that I remembered, I hadn’t eaten at all.

I grabbed my camera and locked my door before leaving my room, walked towards the elevator, and pressed the first floor button. Before the doors closed, a blonde girl about my age stopped the doors, and entered in a hurry. She was about to press the same button as I had, but noticed I had already done it.

“Oh, sorry.” She said looking at me. I didn’t know why she even had to apologize. Maybe she was one of those girls who apologized at everything, including being in front of you in line.

“It’s okay.” I said, waving my hand dismissively.

She looked at me, and then at my camera, and widened her eyes. “Are you a photographer?” She asked, as if she had never seen one in real life. I frowned and then smiled a little.

“Yeah. Why?” I asked, while stepping out of the elevator who had already stopped in our floor. She followed me and continued talking.

“No reason. That’s awesome! I have wanted to be a photographer also, but never been, because my father forced me into being a teacher.” She said so quickly, I hardly understood. I nodded at the hyper girl.

“Oh, sorry. I’m talking a lot, right?” She asked, looking worried.

“Ye-“ I was saying, but she interrupted me.

“I’m Carrie!” She stretched her hand, and smiled. I noticed she had really big hazel eyes. So big, I thought they would fall. I didn’t want to be mean, but I already wished she could just stop talking that much, or leave me alone for the matter. I walked towards the dining tables, which must have been about a hundred. They were almost all of them full. I noticed a lonely table by the corner, and started walking towards it, with Carrie by my side.

“Ianna. Nice to meet you.” I lied. Not about my name, but about the nice to meet you thing. I reached the table, and sat down. It was a glass table, just as almost everything else in this hotel, with a dark red mantle, and then there were the chocolate brown chairs. Carrie sat down with me, as if we were really good friends. I felt annoyed, but at the same time, it felt good to have some company.

A waitress with blonde curls came and handed us our menu, smiling at us.

“Que puis-je vous offrir à boire?” She asked us for something to drink. I glanced at Carrie, waiting for her to ask for something first, because I didn’t know what to order.