Aurora | park seonghwa

14: Prom

"Ow! You almost burnt my ear!" I cried out as Ella continued straightening my hair.

"But I didn't. Chill."

I regretted calling her in to do the job but my inability to properly flatten the wavy hair at the back left me no choice.

"Does this necklace go with the dress?" I asked her, wiggling it in my hands.

"Since when do you care what goes with what?" Ella questioned as she sectioned a part of my hair, smiling at me through the mirror. "I'm pretty sure San wouldn't care, he doesn't seem like that type."

"Ella! It's not him, please do not mention us in the same sentence together." I huffed, eyeing the reflection of the dress that hung behind me in the mirror.

"So it is someone—"

"No! No one–I don't even have a date!"

"Really? I thought San was your date after he got the dress."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "It's not like he bought it, Mom paid for the dress. Mrs. Choi just happened to know where to get a suitable dress from and picked it up."

Even though, I realised San overheard my conversation at the barbecue restaurant last week, I still doubted he would actually go through all the trouble to get one.

He was...San.

Mom didn't specify how the dress came about, vaguely brushing over it, before telling me to thank Mrs. Choi the next time we met.

"What a coincidence, a lucky one too." Ella remarked.

A coincidence? Seemed too good to be true.

"Also, you're such a liar. I knew you didn't plan anything to get a dress."

"I thought you already knew." I shrugged as she rolled her eyes.

God, attitude.

"Done, though I would prefer you curled your hair but you look more... mature like this." Ella ran her fingers down the length of my hair, brushing out any knots. "Anything else?"

"What shoes should I wear?" I asked, plopping in front of my open closet as Ella stood beside me, inspecting.

She shook her head as I held out the ones I had already kept in mind, "Mom has a really good pair of silver ones, I think they'd go well with it. I'll bring them."

I walked up to the dress as the door shut, running my hand along the smooth navy blue fabric. Mrs. Choi really picked out a good one.

The fabric was folded into multiple delicate pleats that structured the top part it wrapped around my chest area. I was hesitant when I realised it would be an off the shoulder dress, the sleeves being two thick straps around the top part of my forearms, but the general length made up for it, flowing straight down until it ended below my knees.

Plus, mom didn't seem to think too much of it when I first tried it on so it should be fine.

The door creaked open as Ella held up the heels, dangling from the straps. "Try these on with the dress, Mom and you have the almost the same size, but she has a few more you can wear if these don't work."

"Mom said that?" I took the heels setting them beneath the dress and walked back, to get a general image of how they would look.

"Yeah, they were somewhere at the back. Mom took 'em out. Might be a little dusty—" she handed me a packet of wet wipes, "—Mom said use these if necessary."