The One

The One (24)

"Party?" I echoed.

"Party," the twins confirmed.

"Dress?" I asked.

"Dress," they repeated.

I blinked. Once... Twice... Thrice...

"Do you have eye seizure?" they asked.

I blinked again. "Eye seizure?"

They nodded to each other, as though they'd confirmed something. "Eye seizure. Definitely."

"Wait, I don't get anything around here? Since when was I supposed to have a party for my birthday?" I asked.

The twins raised an eyebrow at me. "Darling, here in Stutacco High School, we have parties for everyone's birthday, and you're no exception. It's the tradition to have a dance in the ballroom everytime. Now shut up and get the hell out of the car."

I stumbled out of the car and the twins pulled me into a mall. The first few hours of torture had just began.

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Sometimes you wonder, how long does it take to get a freaking dress for your birthday? It'd take "not too long", right?

The twins took that to a whole new level.

It was already 8pm and I was starving. We'd got some things from a fast food restaurant, but seriously, how filling can a burger be? We still haven't gotten the dress, let alone the accessories and all that stuff.

The twins shoved me into yet another shop and the cycle repeats itself. Clothes thrust at you, trying on the most scratchy and uncomfortable dresses, going out and letting people scrutinise you as though you were some organism under a microscope, disapproval, and we finally give up and find a new shop.

This has been what's going on for the past 5 hours.

"Forget it," sighed Eleanor. "We'll have something custom made for you," she suggested for the billionth time. Even Angela seemed weary at this point.

"I guess we really have no choice left then," she said. Eleanor's eyes widened in surprise.

"Really? You've been refusing that option for the past 5 hours, you know," she said, but quickly shut her mouth when she thought the better of it. "Alright, let's go see him and get him to make a dress for Felicia."

I was mystified. "Who?" I asked.

The twins sighed. It was the kind of sigh you did when you really had no choice. "Damien," they said in unison.

My eyes bulged in shock. "What the hell? Why him?" I demanded.

The twins shrugged. "No one knows about this, but he's a pretty good fashion designer. Not even Steve knows this."

I gasped in shock. "Damien? Good fashion designer? Seriously? How do you guys know?" I asked.

The twins smirked at me. "We found out about it when we were negotiating about the pictures with him," they smugly replied.

"But can he finish my dress on time? I mean, the party is next week, isn't it?" I asked worriedly.

The twins grinned. "Trust me, Felicia. You should give him more credit. He can definitely finish it on time," said Angela.

With the dress issue settled, they dragged me up to the second storey and began picking the other makeup and accessories for the party. I just stood there looking like an awkward duck, wishing I was back in my bed sleeping.

Never go shopping with the twins. You'll need a whole packet of energy bars to keep you alive.

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