~Mila~
"So he's taking you out today?" Anaya asks and I roll my eyes for 150th time. Nevertheless, I keep hunting for a 'first date' outfit in her closet, cause I'm too lazy to actually open my suitcase.
"And you don't know where he's taking you?"
"Nope" I say, not bothering to look at her. She's probably making the horrible Sherlock Holmes impression she does minus the hookah and the magnifying glass.
"Neither do mom and dad?"
"Nuh uh. Correction, mom knows, I told her and she was too much excited and said, 'I'm proud of you' which once again question my judgement towards her" I finally turn around and cross my arms.
Anaya is sitting crossed legged on her bed and I am sitting on the cool marvel floor, probably looking like a homeless rice farmer.
"Mom knows, dad doesn't. He's taking you out somewhere, but you don't know where" she repeats for the 50th time today.
"Yes and hopefully dad will not turn the dynamite he turns when it comes to me or you dating someone" I chuckle.
"Oh my God. Remember Rishabh?" she laughs out loud.
"How can I forget him? Dad actually scared him away and Rishabh wouldn't even talk to me after that" alright it's safe to say I love when something terribly funny but humiliating happens to someone. I am evil, I know.
"And remember how we beat up that dude named Kyle?"
"I loved every moment of that and he deserved that"
"Yes he did"
Now looking back, he truly deserved it though.
A minute of comforting silence and looking up at the plain ceiling later, Anaya finally breaks our peaceful reminiscing.
"Come on, we have to get you ready for your date" she claps, puts the curly mess she calls hair in a even messier bun, and dramatically pulls open the closet door.
Lol I should be a writer.
And lol, a writer doesn't use lol in her writings, lol.
Am I the only one who has these weird conversations with themselves?
"Alright, pick one" Anaya puts three outfits in front of me, a sundress, a crop top with a pair of ancient jeans and a cute top with long pleated skirt.
And when it comes to choosing, I'm the most indecisive person on Earth.
"Uh maybe the-"
"The top and jeans, yes"
"But I-"
"And we'll put your hair in a fishtail"
"I was actually thinking-"
"Pumps will go amazingly with these"
"Maybe the-"
"Light makeup, nude lipstick and eyeliner"
"Also a bit-"
"You'll look great. Now come on"
"Yay" I give in. When it comes to fashion, she turns Oprah, the fashion genius version of Oprah. Shaking my head and accepting her dictatorship, I follow her every single lead.
~~~
"I'm so proud of myself"
This is the first thing she says after she's done making me look 'dateable' as she had put it.
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RomanceBOOK ONE IN THE MAGICAL SERIES ~~~ Mila, a happy-go-lucky girl, is on her way to NYC to meet her just engaged sister. Caleb, a talented fashion photographer working for a reputed magazine, happens to be the brother of the man engaged to Mila's siste...