The Cadet

A Night to Remember Pt. 1

I arrived at 10:00 a.m. Saturday morning to Stella's dorm, clean hair and face ready for whatever torture I had to endure. She started with curlers in my hair and priming my face. She repeatedly asked me what look I wanted and to which I replied:

"Something pretty."

While the curlers were set and my face was baking (whatever that means) she pulled out dresses and made me try each one on.

"Do you think pink?" She asked, holding up a bright pink ball gown that was littered with sparkles.

"I'm going to have to pass." I said nicely, trying to not let my face cringe at the pink tent.

We eventually decided on a deep red with a long slit up the leg and a nice sweetheart neckline.

I pulled the dress on, surprised at how well it fit me. The top hugged my chest, allowing a respectable amount of cleavage without plunging down. My waist looked smaller than I've ever seen it, and the fabric was just tight enough to accentuate the curve of my rear.

"Damn, you look better in that thing than I do." Stella commented, handing me a a pair of black heels that matched perfectly.

She forced me back into the chair and began applying makeup to my eyelids. After my makeup she moved to my hair, pulling and curling it into a classy updo. When she was finally done, it was 4:00 p.m..

She pulled a mirror out of a desk and handed it to me. I was shocked by my own reflection. My dark hair was carefully pulled into an elegant mass of curls, leaving a few to frame my face. My lips were painted a deep red to match my dress and my eyes were shaded with darker browns. I had never felt so pretty in my life. I smiled at the reflection of Stella.

"Thank you so much, I don't even know what to say."

She let a soft giggle escape her lips before she wrapped a thin velvet choker around my neck and clasped it in place.

"You look beautiful." She said, admiring her handiwork. I stood and gave her a hug. "Now you tell me all about this guy when you get back. Take this." She said quickly handing me a long black coat.

I thanked her again before heading out, dropping my things off at my dorm. I took a taxi to the station, and made it to platform 7 at 4:45p.m.. An awful feeling settled in my stomach as my subconscious got the better of me.

What if I tried too hard? What if this was just some cruel joke someone played on me? I'm going to make a fool of myself. I-

"Evelyn."

I looked up to the voice who said my name beside me. There stood my Calculus Professor, dresses to the nines in earth attire with a bow tie. It was strange to see a Vulcan wear earth clothes, but it didn't stop him from looking great in it.

"Spock." I replied, glancing up at the clock that read 5:00p.m..

"Shall we?" He said, gesturing towards the train that pulled into the station. I followed him, just a step behind. I expected him to enter the common car, but was not entirely surprised when he opened the door to what I like to call the "rich folks" car.

Inside, it was decorated with sleek wood and comfortable chairs, a small mini bar with a worker at the end of the cabin. Spock settled into a seat across from an elegant looking couple. I took the seat on the other side of the table from him, surprised how plush the cushion was.

Wow, maybe I could get used to something like this.

Before the train left, a tall, blonde, supermodel decked out in diamonds and dressed in a long blue gown that moved like water around her curves.