Okay, so I am doing something a little different. Actually 2 something's different. Normally I don't post my works until I have completed them. There is nothing I hate more than reading a really good story that just stops. 👿 However, I am having tr...
"I don't know why I had to buy a new dress." I held up the grey dress and made a face.
Leanne was sitting on my bed giving me the evil eye. "You are representing me, and the rest of the company. You need to make an impression."
"Ho ho! I need to represent you, eh? Maybe I should be wearing some torn jeans and a sweatshirt!"
She stuck her tongue out at me. So I stuck mine out back.
It really was a beautiful dress. A dark grey colour, it was off the shoulder. The waist dipped in just enough to show off my curves and the neckline offered up a hint of cleavage. The bodice was covered in lace appliqué with small pearl embellishments.
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"Come and sit here," Leanne demanded. It was her job to make me look presentable.
After about a half hour of her hemming and hawing over my hair and makeup (I felt like most of my hair had been pulled out and I never wear makeup) she declared me fairly presentable. I stepped up to the mirror and stood in awe. I don't think I have looked this good in all my life. Leanne had managed to curl my short hair in a way that set off the ombré to its best advantage and I actually had cheekbones!
"Thank you, Leanne! I may be able to pull this off!" I hugged her tightly.
"You deserve to splurge every once in a while, Charlie. D'Arcy gets enough attention." He must have heard his name, on my pillow he raised his head and gave a meow. Leanne picked him up, "Yeah, you rat. You get too much attention."
She dropped the cat as I reached for the dress. "Nope! Oh no, there is a special way to get into these things when you're all made up!"
"How do you know all this stuff?" I asked, confused. Leanne was decidedly tomboyish.
"I'll tell you only if you promise not to tell anyone!" I nodded enthusiastically. "I was a pageant girl."
"WHAT? No fucking way!"
"I swear to God above, if you tell anyone this I will poke your eye out!"
I tried not to laugh, my mental picture of Leanne all dolled up like this was too good to miss.
"You have to show me some pictures!"
"You are a fucking lunatic! It's bad enough that you know." She pouted and pointed to a spot a foot in front of her, "C'mere!"
She held the bodice of the dress open and indicated to me to step in. She helped me get my arms and boobs into the right spots and zipped me up.
"Okay, gorgeous. I will chauffeur you to your ball," Leanne said with a deep bow.
"You're going to drive me looking like that?"
I start to laugh as she stomped a foot, pouted and pointed to my stairs. "Move it, sweetheart!"
