More Than Manager

chapter two

Chapter 2 / / The Blue Orbs

It was already 6:45 pm and Queen was playing at 7:30 pm. After Brian and I ate dinner, I scrambled up the stairs and swung my door open, quickly shutting it behind me as I walked in. The first thing I did was change out of my work attire and into a long satin dress that was a stunning forest green and went all the way down the floor, slightly brushing against my toes as I walked. I slipped my feet into the same tiny, black heels from the previous week. I wasn't much of a dressy person, anyways. I owned only 3 pairs of heels, 2 of which are my mother's, which will never fit my tiny feet.

The dress was 'spaghetti strap' and showed much more cleavage than I was used to. Isabel gifted it to me last Christmas. I was grateful, and sure that I would never use it, but here we are. It also had a tall, thin slit making its way down my right leg - I was sure to shave, let me tell you. It was a very scandalous dress, needless to say, embracing my every curve. That was the only thing I actually liked about myself, my slight hourglass figure. It was obvious at times, men staring at my body, but none ever cared enough to come up to me. My height at 5'5 and my dark features were simply too boring and basic for any man to observe too closely. I let my hair tumble down from my messy ponytail and it reached just below my chest. Although my was already straight, I decided to straighten it more, lengthening it more. I dabbled a bit of hairspray here and there until all my flyaways disappeared.

I have to admit, I already look pretty amazing. I can hardly even recognize my reflection standing confidently in the mirror before me.

I glanced at my expensive golden watch resting on my wrist (another gift from Isabel) to see the big arrow pointing towards the seven, the little one towards the three. 7:15. Shit, I'm gonna be late.

"Come on, Samantha!" Brian called.
"Coming," I mumbled, even though I knew he couldn't hear me. I collected my white handbag and stumbled out of the room, careful not to trip over my heels.
I stepped into the kitchen, where Brian was waiting, leaning up against our wooden counters. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, which was tucked into his tight blue jeans. Surprisingly, he wasn't wearing any clogs today, but instead a pair of dirty white sneakers that looked as though they had been through thick and thin.

I hadn't noticed him gaping at first because my eyes were fixated on his strange choice of shoe apparel. I lifted my head to meet his dazzling, hazel eyes. He had gotten them from Mom. He was lucky - I got stuck with Dad's plain brown orbs. "You look amazing!" He blurted out suddenly.
"Are you sure it's not to much?" I asked, giving him a twirl.
"That's what I like about you." He tilted his head with a soft smile.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I raised a brow, unsure if I should be offended or not.
"You never know how to dress for an occasion," he giggled.

I rolled my eyes.
"Brian!" I whined, "you told me to dress nice! This is nice!"
He sighed as he let a small chuckle escape from his lips. He cleared his throat.

"Okay, let's go then," he said finally.

I crossed my arms, a wrinkle forming between my brows from my anger. "You think I'm going out like this after you just made fun of me? Seriously, Bri?"

"I didn't make fun of you, Sammy," his arms raising beside to his head in defense.
He shrugged. "I said you looked amazing."

"Nice try. I'm not going."
Brian sighed deeply.

"Samantha, get over it. We're gonna be late."
It definitely took me some convincing, is all I'll say. But we were eventually on our way.
Although, I was still in a pissy mood, and regretting going.

~

Just before we opened the door to the pub I said quietly, "They're going to make fun of me."
"Who?" Brian responded in the same quiet voice.
"The boys!" I said as if he were as dumb as a dog.
He laughed, but not his usual booming laugh. A laugh that was sympathetic.
"Roger, most likely. But Freddie and John wouldn't dare do that." He smiled.