Fate's Identity

Chapter 62

I immediately Camila, Dinah, Lauren, and Normani shortly after receiving my new phone. They all seem to be worried sick, but I assured them that I was okay. I explained to them, Camila specifically, the detailed story, and I shedded a couple of tears from recalling those events. I received a whole lot of support and love from them.

However, when I talked to Camila, she sounded a little upset. But she was trying to cover that up with her high spirit. The more the conversation grew, the more I sense she was depress.

I inform them of my small role, and they all were happy. They all sounded amazed and are planning to come to the premiere night. Words cannot express how excited I am to see them again.

From weeks to weeks of practicing, it finally came down to the show. I look at my own reflection through the mirror in front of me. I looked crazy thrilled for tonight, and I definitely feel myself get healthier: physically, emotionally, mentally, and socially. I wasn't stress nor was I nervous to be honest. I had some sort of confidence in myself, and I only appear in five scenes and they are pretty long. Whatever happens happens.

I finish putting on my blonde big and put the golden fur coat on. "What's up Yolanda?" I hear Tiffany, one of the cast-mates sitting on the same side and adjusting her makeup, said, "Are you ready for tonight?"

I chuckle and answer, "Definitely. I feel... different. Maybe because I got the wig on and have some added booty. I don't know what it is, but I ain't complaining. That's for sure."

"Are you sure it's not Ricky?" she asks. I crease my brow. Confusion washed over me and my face. "He told me you guys went out to eat a couple of times."

I smile. "We're just friends, I promise. I went to eat with him because as friends, you hang out."

She gives a disbelieving look. "Right," she says, shaking her head afterwards. Her eyes travel a couple inches away before it lands back on me. "I'll see you," she says, walking away.

I face the mirror and adjust my wig. I feel a strong presence staring at me to my left and I turn to that direction. I smile, seeing Ricky walk up to me. "Hi," I greeted.

Ricky returns the smile and places his hand on the table as he stands in front of me. "Hi," he greets back. I observe his dirty outfit for the play.

"Are you ready for the show?" I ask.

He nods his head confidently, but I look into his eyes and see a hint of an unease feeling. "Are you okay?" I ask.

"Uh..." he begins. "I...I would..." I remain silent and listen intently. "I, uh, would like you to join coffee with me tomorrow morning if you can."

I nudge him a little on the arm, chuckling and wondering why that was so hard for him to ask. "Ricky, what's going on? You sound nervous asking me."

"I want to take you out on a coffee date," he says.

I nod my head. "Yes," I said happily.

He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. "Ally, I mean, I want to take you on a date with me. As in a date date. I want us to be more than just friends."

I froze, not knowing what to do. I knew the answer to that, but I didn't want to get his hopes up. I touch his wrist gently and smile. I look at him straight in the eyes and reply, "I think that you're so sweet, but I can't. I've already promise someone. I'm engaged."

His eyes widen, astounded for the most part. "You're going to get married?"

I shake my head. "No, not necessarily. I just..." I sigh, puzzled. "I don't know how to explain this to you."