I woke up early as usual and got ready for work. Working at a catering business wasn’t that hard. I answered the calls, took the orders and arranged meetings. Nothing to it really.
-Ok, I doubt any of you really want to go through the whole work thing so...-
I passed out on my couch exhausted. Man, I was running around all day. I got in and right away my boss found me and told me I was promoted to secretary. Now I was happy, but I never knew it was so much work. From getting coffee, to copying papers, to scheduling big fundraisers and meetings. I just wanted to faint. I kicked off the evil things women call heels and ran my fingers through my hair. It was getting longer.
I sighed and just when I was about to dose off my phone blared in my ear causing me to roll of my couch and fall right on my face. I groaned searching for my phone not bothering to get up. When I finally found it I clicked the green button and put it to my ear. “RICKEY!” I threw my phone back on the couch covering my ear. Goodness, that girl is going to make me deaf. “You said you would call me you liar!” Rolling my eyes I decided to do pushups while I was on the floor.
She was talking so loud I didn’t even have to put her on speaker phone. “I just got back from work, what’s wrong?” She laughed from the other end. “Oh, I thought when you said you had work that you meant at Starlight.” Nine, ten, eleven. “Well, that’s only on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.” I informed her. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. “Oh well, I just wanted to tell you that you are going with me to this party tonight.” I raised my eyebrow at the phone. “I have to work tomorrow.” I said. Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three.
My hands started to give me grief for the work so I stood up and grabbed my phone. “It will be fun and we will only stay for an hour two hours tops.” I glanced at the clock. It was only eight. I could make that work. “Alright fine, but we leave in one hour two hours tops.” She happily agreed and I fell back on my couch. I took a shower and just when I was deciding on what skinny jeans to where my phone vibrated. Of course it was from Alecea telling me to wear a dress. Why did my new best friend have to be so tiring? I did what she told me and dug around in my closet until I found something suitable. I showered and took my time getting ready.
I stared at myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe that I looked good. I still felt a sense of nakedness but I figured it was just the jitters. Giving myself one last glance I rushed out of the door grabbing a clutch and stuffing my things inside.
Five minutes later I stood at her door step in a black lace dress with matching flats. My hair was in its normal style. I had on a black choker and bracelets. This was one of the first times I had ever dressed up for something other than church. It felt kind of good. The feeling of nakedness still crept up my spine though. I knocked on her door waiting for her to come out. When she did I whistled and she turned around modeling her dress. “You like what you see?” She said in a seductive voice posing. I laughed but couldn’t deny that she looked good.
Her dress was and off the shoulder black dress that went right above her ankles. She wore a purple belt around the waist and purple flats. Her hair was pinned up on the top of her head leaving a few strands to drop down to frame her face. She had purple bracelets to match.”Looking good sexy.” I said laughing. “You don’t look too bad yourself lady,” she circled me like a shark, “Yeah, you look hot now let’s go.”
She gave me the address and it took twenty minutes to actually get there. “Who is having this party the freaking president?” I asked incredulously. The houses we were passing were absolutely large and gorgeous. There were cars lining every street we passed all of their occupants headed in the same direction- the mansion ever. “Son of a biscuit eater.” I said looking up at the large wonderland. “I know right, Scottie told me about the party so I just had to go, and how convenient was it that you were available to drive me.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
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