Cindy: A Highschool Cinderella

Chapter Four

Okay, so here’s the plan:

At six o’clock, Hayley and Mackenzie will be getting prepped up for the party with Natasha because she has a date with a ‘rich and famous man’.

At about 7:30 they should already be heading out. And by 7:40, Emma should arrive to help me get ready for the party. And by 8:40, Emma and I should be at the McKing’s enjoying the night. Natasha will probably be home by 12 midnight so that means that I have to be home before she does or I’ll be buried alive.

The party is a costume and masquerade party and obviously, I’m required to wear a costume and a mask or else, no party for me. Emma will be a teen witch, not those witches who are ugly and have frizzy hair and hideous robes. Emma said that she’ll be wearing a black mullet dress (whatever that is), black pumps, a tiny witch hat, a Harry Potter illuminating wand and a black mask with swirly designs on it.

And me, I’ll be an angel.

It was Emma who said that I should be an angel, not me! When I asked her why she said that I’ll be different because everybody will be wearing something dark or scary. As if I want to stand out! I’ve been hiding underneath faded hoodies and oversized sweaters my whole life and then she comes makes me wear an angel costume? I don’t think so!

“While everybody’s all scary and stuff,” she said. “You’ll be the only guardian angel in the crowd. Jeremy will surely notice you!”

“And what about you, why are you going to be a witch? You never followed trends before.” I replied.

“Honey, do you really think that I can be an angel?” she asked, “With your pale hair and blue eyes you’ll look like a blessing from above.”

I didn’t want to argue with her (even if I really want to) because when Emma makes her decision, especially when it comes to clothes, no one can change her mind. And I really have no idea what to wear.

At the day of October 31, Hayley and Mackenzie were so frantic. Having second thoughts about their costumes, what shade of red lipstick should they wear, should they wear peep toe heels or strappy ones. It was all just crazy. Good thing I have my personal stylist so I have nothing to worry about.

As Hayley and Mackenzie shouted orders at me to get this and that, Emma kept texting me if I won’t bail, blah, blah, blah. I mean seriously, this is my first party and it’s Jeremy’s party, would I really bail? I’d be mental if I did!

“Cindy, stop it with that phone and help us here!” Natasha ordered. I’ve been fetching stuff for them all day don’t I at least get some credit for all of my hardwork?

By 7:30, the biatches are finally out of the house. The sisters are heading to the McKings’ and Natasha’s going to her ‘super confidential date with a rich and famous man’.

“Uhm, Natasha,” I began to say before she was out of the door. Yes, I still stutter in front of her because she still scares me. I know I’m so lame. “What time will you be home?”

“I’ll be home when I want to,” she said fiercely.

“But can you, like, give me a heads-up when you’re already coming home?” I asked and she stared at me suspiciously with those annoying arched eyebrows. “I mean, you know, so I can make you tea or something.”

“Oh, stop pestering Mom, Cindy,” Hayley butted in. “We’ll be home when we want to.” As if I was asking her what time she’ll be home. And with that they left me in charged of the house. Now all I’ve got to do is to wait for Emma to arrive.

I hope Emma’s not late. She’s a got a really, really bad habit of being late. One time she missed twenty minutes of Homeroom because she was ‘still getting ready for school’. By 7:40, she still wasn’t here. Oh my, God. Maybe she bailed on me! Or maybe she got into a car accident and she’s at the hospital or maybe she’s gone to Mexico and changed her name because she’s ashamed on arriving at the biggest party of the year with me! Okay, Cindy, calm down. She’s probably late again, she’s always late. She’ll probably be late to her own wedding.

At last by 7:52, Emma finally arrived in her black and white mini cooper. I must say, Emma looked even more stunning than she usually does; her flaming red hair was curled and tied in a half-moon hair do and her dress had a lace top with a sheer skirt. But even if Emma did looked stunning , I was too furious to give her any compliments.

“EMMA RAQUEL PRINCE! WHERE IN THE WORLD HAVE YOU BEEN? I’VE BEEN WORRIED SICK! I THOUGHT YOU BAILED ON ME OR MAYBE YOU’VE BEEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT OR- “

“Calm down, Cindy. I’m always fashionably late.” Emma butted in with so much cool like this always happens. Wait, it does.

“Fashionably late?” I cried out fuming. “There is no such thing as fashionably late! You could’ve been at the party already for all I know!”

“Ugh,” Emma groaned. “You sound like my mother. Come on, let’s just get you all prepped up and then we’re off.” Emma then brought out two shopping bags with the logo of Acne on it and one pink tool box.

“What’s in the toolbox?” I asked.

“This is not a toolbox!” she said quite offended. ”This, my friend, is a makeup kit.”

“A makeup kit?” I said sounding confused and weirded out. “How big is your makeup that you have to use a toolbox?”

“You so don’t understand,” she said and started for the front door. “I’ll just show you.” She laid down the shopping bags and the ‘makeup kit’ on the tiny coffee table in the living room.

Out of one of the shopping bags she revealed a white simple, sleeveless dress that has a skirt with a lot of layers and a pair of 3-inched-heel pumps. And out of the other shopping bag she then put out a white mask similar to hers and a pair of small opened angel wings with real feathers. It looked just like Juliet’s wings in the 1996 Romeo and Juliet movie. I. Love. It!

“This is stunning, Emma,” I complimented. “You’ve outdone yourself!”

“Well I do dream of becoming a stylist one day,” she said while smiling down the garments. She now opened the makeup kit and revealed palettes of eyeshadow and tubes and canisters of stuff I don’t even know. “Come on, let’s get you ready”.