Ms.Right

Chapter 3: New Wardrobe

"Now we have Ivy dressed by Brandon!" Brad announces as I stand behind the individual curtain, looking at the heels Brandon shoves me into. I will get him back one way or another. I plant a smile on my face, making sure to show the dimples that Brad insisted were 'totes adorbs'.I start walking and the white dress floats behind me as I try to not trip at the end of the run way. I look at the girls that were showed before me. Their glares were directed at me and I stepped out of the spotlight and towards the rows with the chairs. I sit in the one with my name on it quietly and watch as more people get revealed, some look stunning and others looks like they belong on a street corner. I sit patiently as the last girl walk to her seat.

"Ok America, please vote now, we'll be back right after these words from our sponsors," Brad grins at a large camera before the roll cuts off and Brad grumbles.

"Oh my goodness, you dress is amazing," Faith gushes as I walk over to her and Hope. Destiny soon follows. I adjust the bodice and look at the sparkles. 

"And it detaches," I grin as I lift up the part that trails behind me. I look over Destiny's, Faith's and Hope's dresses and compliment them. Hope was 'forced' into a short red dress that subtly gets sparkly the farther south you look while Destiny is wearing a long black dress with a huge dip that ends just before it goes wayyyyyyyyy down and Destiny tries pinning the dip together as high as possible. Faith wears a pale green dress that compliments her red hair and has a darker green belt wrapped around the waist. The 'on air' lights go on and we say our goodbyes as we head back to our seats. I plaster on a grin as the lights beat down on us.

"In these five minutes, America has voted! The winner is...." Brad begins, opening an envelope to increase intensity in the air," KATLIN!" he announces loudly.

I look over at Katlin in her overly done make up and short dress that has a slit up the side. There's something going on here, I doubt America's taste is that bad. I thought that Faith would've won, since she looks amazing, but Katlin looks like someone you would pick off of the street corner, heck, Courtney looks better than her. Okay, now I'm starting to become a second Katlin, which the world doesn't need. 

"We'll see you next time on Ms.Right," Lane winks at the camera before the camera guy cues that the large cameras are off and the tiny ones are on.

"That was exhausting, I'm going to go tear this thing off," Hope groans. I shrug as the guy she chose drags her off.

"I can't believe that little bitch won, you look marvelous," Brandon ushers me into the backroom as Faith and Destiny wave goodbye. I change back into my normal clothes and peek out into the make up room.

"Mmmh," I hear out of the corner. Chiz cracker. Who's that? OH MY GOODNESS PEOPLE ARE MAKING OUT. I go back behind the curtain as the lights flicker off. One thing about me, I don't like the dark. I watched The Ring with Samara too many times. You know, "You will die in seven days"? No? Okay. I hear steps seeming to go out and out of hearing distance. I sneak out from behind the curtain and feel myself out of the makeup room. I silently stumble around and hear footsteps. Shoot. WHY IS EVERYONE GONE!? I couldn't have taken that long! I dive onto a couch after seeing the faint outline of it.

"Psst, anyone here?" a male voice whispers, breaking the silence.

Rape rape rape, and you don't have the pepper spray, is all that's going through my head. Fudge.

"Nope," I squeak idiotically. The male flicks on a switch. I laugh nervously as a security guy's eyes land on me with an amused and confused expression.

"Heheh, hi?" I nervously say. What? I don't know this person, even though he's security, he can be a serial killer.

"Ivy, right?" he responds, holding a hand out to help me up. Oh well, I shouldn't reject the guy. I take hold of his hand and he swings me up.