looking in the mirror, twirling around, i fondled my fingers over my red dress.
"No, its too sexy for a church," i said with a sigh, seeing how this was the 5th dress i've tried on. i needed to hurry, i only have an hour till he gets here and my hair is still wet from my shower.
"Maybe the black one? No, no black is too sad for church." When was i ever going to make up my mind? searching through my closet, that's when i found it. A beautiful white dress my sister Jaynie had bought me for my birthday. I slipped it over my tan, smoothly lotioned legs. I did one last twirl in front of the mirror with my fingers pinching the ends. It was form fitting on my boobs and stomach, but not inappropriate for church. The straps reached the edge of my shoulders, the neckline swooped down and had a little white ribbon underneath my bust. My favorite part of the dress was how it flared at the hips, giving it a 50s doowop kind of vibe. It hugged my curves perfectly, it reminded me so much of my mother, "she use to have a dress just like this one." Starring at the dress and seeing my mother, i wiped away a tear.
"Get it together! Come on, you have a date. Be happy!" I smiled and rubbed my mama's rosary. It kept me close to her and gave me good luck. My hair had actually dried quite nicely, i brushed a little powder on my face and smacked lip gloss between my lips. My dark blue heels popped with the snow white dress.
The loudest buzz had me going frantic.
"Hello?" i asked in a slight whisper.
"Hi Mariska, its Peter! i'm hear to pick you up for our da-" his voice went from smoothe to embarrassed, "church! for our dachurch..."
I giggled so much. He may have felt embarrassed, but i thought it was the cutest little thing. Still giggling, i pressed the talk button, "I'll be right down Peter."
I grabbed my clutch and doube checked my makeup before leaving my apartment. I ran down the stairs out of excitement, hoping i wouldn't trip and die. He was standing tall and handsome in his suit at the door. The biggest smile came across mine and his face when our eyes met.
"Hi!" I whispered softly.
He looked me up and down with amazement. "WOW... i mean you are... you look... um you," his face started to turn red, "Mariska, you are the most beautiful woman i've ever seen." His voice was so warm and charming.
Blushing, I looked at the ground with the corners of my mouth from ear to ear. I brushed my hair out of my face, looking back up at him i said "Thank you so much, i've never had such a complement. Well i mean, except from my dad. But he has to do that, doesn't he?" I laughed at my rambling.
"He's not just saying it."
"Oh my goodness, you're making me blush!"
"Shall we go?" he said grabbing my waist and leading me towards the car with his other hand.
He opened the door for me like a gentleman and waited for me to slide into the car seat, before leaving or shutting the door. "You have a nice car," i said "Have you always been an actor?"
"For the most part, other than my little waiter jobs and stuff." He gave out a little chuckle and started the car. We talked the whole car ride. About life, eachother. i was so comfortable with him.
Pulling up at the church, he lent his hand to help me out of the car after he opened the door again. I stepped down smoothing out my dress. "May i hold your hand?" he asked so politely with the cutest schoolboy crush kind of smirk.
"Yes you may," i replied back to him with a schoolgirl heartmelting smile. Then he so delicately, touched my hand wrapping his fingers around mine.
