Married At Nineteen

Chapter Thirty-seven

Eddy's POV

Several days had passed since the incident that occurred. All I remembered the next morning was telling Chris about my past and present situation that kept boring me alive through every vein I had. Though they were just fragments, at least I know a load had been lifted off my shoulders now.

Everything would have been a past if Chris did not just astonish me beyond my wildest imaginations by telling me to be his date to the party I dreaded going. Not because of the class of people going but the kind of people I know will be there.

I wouldn't say he's the best at hypnosis but I would say he could pass as one. Because it didn't take up-to ten minutes before I gave in to it. I knew anyway why I finally wanted to go. I was tired of trying to show them what's not entirely true but I had my reasons for going. It is just that I couldn't exactly pinpoint why Chris would want me to go back into the territory of the wolves ready to pounce.

The invitation card Elsie gave to me was thrown in the trash a few nights after the incident. It seemed I would need Jacklyn's help again but no I could help myself, I was not baking my face anyway.

So there I was sitting in front of the mirror with a waterproof mascara in my hand. I had successfully drawn my brows following a YouTube tutorial. The whole makeup thing was light but for me it was the longest and most careful time for me. I wonder how the girls who do huge cope with time.

As for my outfit, I had it ordered because I wasn't ready to stress myself for a worthless thing as that party. Carefully slipping into my outfit to avoid getting it stained, I ran my hands against the sides to straighten it. I let my hair fall over my shoulders. After slipping into my silver heels, I did a final check over my appearance. A maroon cocktail dress that hugged closely to my body. I ran a hand down my side, turning to the left and right to make sure I'm okay.

Wearing a body hugging dress had never been my specialty but I did not want to go to the party with a flowing evening gown so I felt different, really different. It was like I was impressed with myself for the first time in many years. I guess I was really accepting me for me now.

Hearing a knock on the door, I knew my date had arrived. I grabbed my clutch and padded out of the room to my visitor. Every step I took tore tiny bits of the courage I had a few minutes ago like a cake with many bites on it. Upon opening the door, my heart dropped to my feet like I had been holding it and suddenly saw something mind-blowing that got me numb. Chris was a sight to behold.

He was too handsome for me – a God in reality. I don't know how others see him but to me he's just gorgeous. He was clad in a stylish one piece suit.

I immediately felt like I had not fixed my face right or my hair. Or yes, my dress wasn't fitting properly. I wasn't the type his eyes could feed on. All these insecurities rose up as I looked blankly in his eyes which was like a library with so many books I couldn't choose any one to read.

Suddenly I felt like shutting the door to his face for giving me such a gaze. A smile appeared on his face as if he had been smiling without my knowledge.

"You do look ready for someone I had to beg to show up with me." He smirked but I playfully rolled my eyes, the awkwardness lifting itself away but my insecurity still secured.

"At least I've tried to show up eventually." I stepped out of the house and locked the door.

I couldn't tell how much my voice gave me aware but Chris should stop making me feel stupid with the way he stares. When we made it to his car, I stretched my hand to open the door but of course gentleman Chris wouldn't let me, at least not this night he said.