dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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oh hey look its a picture of Liam and Emily to the side (for laptops/safari on mobile) / up there ^ (for the app on mobile)

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Emily's POV

"Emily dear," My mother says, waking me up. I clench my eyes shut, and stretch my arms above my head.

"We're going shopping soon, to get you a dress for tonight. We're going somewhere very elegant," She says, waking over to my window, and opening the blinds.

"Okay," I say, still trying to wake up. I open my eyes, sitting up in my bed. I watch my mother walk out of my room, as I run a hand through my long hair. Once she shuts my door, I exhale, throwing my covers to one side, and stepping out of bed. I immediately take off my clothes, getting some clean ones out. Once I'm dressed, I pull on my white converse, before brushing my hair and pulling it into a ponytail. I start with my makeup, making sure to cover my face lightly, but with enough. No one looks amazing without makeup, and that's just the truth.

"Mom?" I call down the stairs, making my way down slowly, so I don't strain my leg.

"Eating breakfast," She calls, and I followed her voice into the kitchen.

She is eating a bowl of cinnamon oatmeal, so I decided to make myself a bowl of cereal. The only good cereal she had was frosted flakes, while the rest was some type of diet K cereal.

I sighed, pouring myself some in a bowl, and adding milk with a spoon. I ate while she ate, checking my phone every once in a while.

"Ready? Wait, are you wearing that?" She asked, looking down at my high waisted shorts, white t-shirt, and converse.

"Uh, yeah," I answered, adjusting my ponytail.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing her keys, as I slowly followed behind her, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Hopefully you have good taste in dresses, or I will have to pick it out," She says, starting the engine.

As we drive, I stare out the window as we pass each and every store. Some are nicer looking, and others are a bit broken down, but as my mother keeps driving, it seems as if we hit the rich part of town, because there are very nice looking boutiques and hotels everywhere.

"Ah, good old Adilias," My mother says, as we walk up to a store that has very cute dresses in the window.

"Where exactly are we going tonight?" I ask, so I know what to get.

"Just an old restaurant downtown, that is only for people who make reservations," My mother says, trying to kindly refer to rich people, but fails.

We find a nearby parking spot, and unplug the keys from the ignition. As we get out, a cool breeze makes my hair go everywhere and I struggle to keep it under control.

"Emily, you should get a haircut, like mine," My mother remarks, and I look over at her, examining her hair. I frown slightly at her shoulder length hair, that's a dark brown color. I agree with her, I do need a haircut, but not like her hair.

"Maybe you're right, I do need a trim." I say, as the door opens, and we walk into a air conditioned building.

"We'll go right after this then," She says, as we walk over to a section of dresses that are color sorted.

"How may I help you guys today?" A perky store assistant greet us, smiling.

"We need a few dresses for her to try on, more elegant than casual," My mother says, already searching through a rack.

The clerk smiles at me, ignoring my mother completely.

"Come with me," She smiles lightly at me. I smile back, following her as she guides me over to a section of short dresses.

"What kind of style are you into? And maybe some colors?" She asks, examining my body.

"Um, maybe some long, fitted dresses," I say thinking of my leg wound. "Oh, and black will do," I finish, and she nods, searching through a rack of dresses.

She ends up finding two dresses that she think will work for me. Then, she guides me to a dressing room and goes in with me, helping me zip the first one up in the back.

The first dress is black, goes all the way down to my feet, but has a slit in the side, revealing my uninjured leg. It's all tight fitting, showing off my curves, until the part where the slit in the side starts. The top is a halter neck, with black lace, revealing some parts of skin under the lace. I really like it, and nod as she tells me it looks really good on me.

The second dress is more like a maxi dress, and it's a one strap with a low v-cut. I'm not very comfortable with it, so she rings up the first dress for me, and before I know it were back in the car, on the way to the hair salon.

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With my hair nicely trimmed and seeming more thick than ever, I run a brush through it, making the waves slowly unravel.

The dinner reservation is scheduled for six o'clock, and it's current three, so I have some time to spare.

I plop down on my bed, resting my leg on a pillow. I take the TV remote, turning it on, and flipping through the channels.

My eyes get heavy, and I start to think of the long night ahead of me.