Minor Difference

chapter 8: elaborate

The dress Violet is wearing at the party

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The feeling of warmth approaches my face as Dylan bring the flatiron closer to my roots to straighten my hair.

Dylan is straightening my hair for the party that I have to leave for in an hour; great use of my time especially when I don't have my clothes or makeup on yet. She finishes up with my hair and goes right to the makeup until I stop her.

"Dilly, please, for the love of life. Go light with the eyeliner. I don't want to look goth tonight," I clasp my hands together begging her to do her best on my face.

"You offend me," She said rubbing the cleanser pallet on my face 'clearing my oils' before She puts on the basic makeup stuff.

I grab the mirror from my desk, hoping my face doesn't look like I just went to a MCR concert in 2006. Flipping the mirror to view my face, I'm impressed with her work. It looks very natural just sparkles and highlights here and there.

I turn my head all types of angles basically modelling because I'm so not used to having much makeup on my face.

"Thanks," I turn around in my chair hugging her crossed arms that she eventually uncrossed to hug me back.

"What's that? I think I need an apology," She joked pushing me away slightly crossing her arms again. I sighed, rolling my eyes beginning to apologize for criticizing her work.

"Anyways, I need to get my clothes on and we can get out of here," I say, picking up my black satin dress and putting it on.

The dress fit perfectly which is crazy uncommon especially when you're my height. Things usually drag on the floor or the straps are too big. However, this dress was made for me.

My mom must've gotten it tailored. Gosh I love her.

The only qualm I had was the neckline. It was low cut and gave a solid view of my chest.

A bit sexy for a minor ya think mom.

Anxiety rushed over me as thoughts it being cold, or my boobs flying out rushes to my mind. In response, I grab a white button up sweater to put on.

Until I get a disapproving look from Dylan

"Hey hey hey. Take that off. You need to show off your seventeen year old, hot body," She grabbed the sweater out of my hands and turns me to face the mirror as we both admire how I look today.

"You look drop dead gorgeous, babe. Now let's ride," she stated holding her arm out as I looped mine with hers as we both left the house getting into her car.

The ride consisted of our favorite music blasting through the speakers until we reached 'Thompson's Castle".

Dyl and I stared in awe at the fortress ahead. It was practically only made of glass and artificial wood on some edges. You could see right into the whole house. The modernness of the place didn't fit in with the towns old and ruggedness.

Looking over at Dylan I shrug my shoulders before leaving her truck walking the very long stone pathway into the house. I entered the house that felt cold and dull as if it had no life to it until a lady came up to me wearing a badge that had Rybekkah written on it.

"Good day, the party is set in the ballroom. Just follow the arrows," The lady spoke to me very politely to show me the way.

I thank the lady and follow her direct directions to the back of the house. It took a couple minutes to follow the arrows along the white pearl walls.

I'm so caught up in going to the ballroom that I don't even think about looking around. This is literally the only time i'm going to be in the Thompson's castle, Its kinda expected of me to try and take it in.

I take slower steps, different from my previous anxious steps, to admire the house.

To admire the white spiral stairs that was so wide that you could probably drive a car up to the second floor. To admire the marble floor that allowed your heels to echo each time your foot met it. I think I can even see my reflection.

I turned around, still walking in the correct direction but backwards, to examine the paintings hanging on the lengthy walls. The people on the paintings looked oddly familiar but not.

I continue staring at the beautiful paintings until I am met with a hard surface which hinders my movement. I close my eyes in embarrassment realizing that what I clashed into wasn't a surface but at person as their hands were holding my shoulders.

Turning around slowly to apologize, My eyes start to burn with recognition.

Why of course, the only person I could bump into is Greyson.

I dart my eyes to the ground feeling uneasy from meeting with him again. I try to squeak out an apology quickly to get out of his grasp and sight, but he beats me to it.

"Hey! What are you doing here?," Greyson exclaims with pleasure of surprise in his voice.

I could practically feel the smile on his face even though my gaze is still fixated on the marvelous floor.

"My mom works for your dad," I bring my eyesight up from the ground to gently push away from his clutch, but I still avoid eye contact.

"Oh, um, I can show you to the ballroom, if you want," I nodded and he walked in front of me leading me to the ballroom,"By the way, you look really nice. I like your dress."

"Thanks," I said quietly, adjusting my thin straps.

I trail behind the tall boy like a lost puppy until we reach a large brown double door that he opens with one arm to let me through.

The room was bright and beautiful, but what else would you expect. There was gentle jazz playing and a huge golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The room was filled with people chatting, girls in glittering gowns that go down to the floor and guys in deluxe suites, making me feel very insecure. I cross my arms in an attempt to cover up my boring dress.

"Here we are. The buffet is on the left wing and the restrooms are on the right..," Grey placed his hands into his pockets as he trailed off at the end, but my eyes were still stuck on the scenery,"Um, I have to go, but I'll see you around." He stated before heading off to a table.

"Aw, I wanted you to stay," i exclaimed sarcastically waving goodbye, turning back to the party searching for my mom.