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5- The birthday party

I was staring at the dress hanging on my door.

God forbid I wear that.

Black is my best color but I wouldn't wear a dress!
When last did i wear one? I wonder what I'd look like in this.

I sighed and looked down at the heels.

It looked like a freaking 5 inches!!! What if something happened? How am I supposed to run or take any action?

This was why he asked for my dress and shoe size yesterday. Shoulda known something was up.

I looked down at the note in my hands. It read:

'Morning sunshine. I do know you have no appropriate dress for the party and I'd hate to have a lady wearing a pair of jeans and T-shirts by my side. Here's something for you. I'd pick you up by 4. Love, Kore."

I sighed and brought them in.

I'm beginning to regret the decision to bring this guy . Looks like this is gonna be one hell of a night!

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I touched my phone. It was almost four. I picked some things, put them in my black purse(with silver stones) and placed it on the table. I picked up my red lipstick from the table and did some touch-ups.

Sighing, I walked towards the mirror on the side of my room and I smiled. I looked very very different now. Lola would have a hard time recognizing me.

Staring right back at me in the mirror was a woman in a black dress with tiny straps that accentuated her perfect curves and dropped into a flare from the upper part of the knees to the floor. It was simple but elegant. She had on big round silver earrings and a tiny necklace on her neck.
Her false eyelashes were full and thick with mascara and then the eyeliner bringing out the beauty of her grayish-blue contact lenses.

I sighed and dropped on my bed. I'd have to see Mark again.

I don't care. I'd try as much as possible to stay away from him.

I chuckled. Knowing Lola, she'd probably want to die if she sees Kore with me. I dunno what make them broke up but she doesn't like to see anything she had owned or own with someone else.

There are flaws in this plan though. What'd I do after Lola sees us? Am I just gonna leave or something? I sighed again. I'd just go with whatever comes.

I was shaken out of my reverie by a knock on the door. Hurriedly, I grabbed my purse and walked to the front door. Opening it, I came face to face with him.

My date, a voice in my head said. He was in a tuxedo and he looked like someone out of a fashion magazine. His hair was gelled and styled, I had no idea how but it looked different than the normal hair I always see him with. His eyes, beautiful brown shone as he looked at me. I'm so sure he wasn't full Nigerian, he didn't look like one. His hands was in his pockets and this time he wasn't smirking. He looked at me like I was something of wonder.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I was about to speak when he beat me to it.

"You are beautiful", he breathed and I felt blood rush to my cheeks. I hope my face ain't as red as a tomato already.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself", I replied and he smiled. Not a smirk, a genuine smile.

"Shall we, my lady?", He extended an arm and I nodded before taking it and walking with him to his car.