Felicidade

43. Pretty little black dress...

*****Diya's POV*****

I have this little wish of attending a rave party since a long time. I heard rave parties are as wild as the forest in a fire.

May be not a rave party but when Namjoon told us about the party yesterday I went all excited. They are supposed to launch a rookie group next week. Launching a new group requires media and public attention. So Jin has thrown a party following the press conference today.

Yes! The party is today and I am as excited as a soap bubble out of the glass.

We are still in this awkwardly lavish and grand apartment. Last night I was not in a position to roam around the place. But today when I went to find out more about it I understood the meaning of the word "success" and what it demands.

'Grand' will be an understatement for this place and I literally had to struggle to find my way back in the room that I am in.

It is 11 am. I slept till 10 today. Now I need to take a quick shower. I have told Ridhi that I will leave no effort to find a guy in this party that I am going in. So I need to go to shopping to buy some dresses. Yes, my 'single as fuck' life now wants a break from all the pillow talks. My pillows are tired of me and I can literally hear their cry whenever I go to bed.

After much scrubbing and cleansing finally I get convinced that my medium Indian complexion can be no match to the milky white skinned people roaming around everywhere in this country. Heartbroken, I get out from the bathroom to change into the jeans and shirt that I had yesterday. Nothing to complain because if I knew that I'll spend the night in a different place I would have brought spare clothes.

Someone closes the door of the room and goes out right after I come out of the bathroom. I intend to go back because I'm only in a towel wrapped around me but something catches my eye.

There is a big white rectangular box wrapped in pink lace on the bed. I go over and open the box.

A beautiful sequined black short dress, a pair of black Shallow Lacquer high heels and a silver leather Pu banquet handbag. On the dress there is a handwritten note attached with beautiful cursive handwriting.

"Wear these in the party tonight. I'll pick up you and Ridhi at 5 pm..PJM"

SORRY WHAT!!!???

PJM!?? As in Park Jimin? Did he just buy me a beautiful dress with carefully picked up and matched shoes and handbag along with a handwritten instruction? And did he do all these by himself?

I keep standing like a dancing doll out of battery. What am I supposed to do with this alien feeling that I am having right now? It is a sudden mixture of astonishment, a softness beating all the sweetest things in this earth which I can't even explain. I feel like someone just hit me with a handful of popsicle, candy floss and marshmallows.

I put on my jeans and shirt hurriedly and get out of the room after examining the outside carefully. There is no one at this moment. I tiptoe towards Jin's room to find Ridhi. I need to discuss about this. I am flustered even though no one is watching me. And surprisingly I don't even know the reason why I'm being like this.

"Ridhi, are you inside?!" I knock on the door while whispering as if someone is watching me and I don't want to get caught.

After some moment the door opens and Ridhi peeks out her head.

"Can I come in?" I whisper again.

"Yes, of course you can!" She whispers back.