Saturday,
The sun peeks through my light blue curtains, waking me up and reminding me of the day ahead.
My blind date later in the evening.
" hey, did you get some milk yesterday? The one in the fridge is all curdled up," my room mate for the past year, River tells me. Her bouncy ,curly hair peeking from the door.
"I thought you were getting it," I in a say groggy voice. "It was your turn remember?"
"Argh! Guess it's plain cereal today.. again for the second time this month. We seriously need to plan our shopping well. Oh and it's your date night tonight!!!"
"Speaking of my date tonight, I don't think I have anything to wear, so I was thinking if I could borrow one of your dresses?". I ask while getting up from my bed.
"You know it's been a very long time since I last went on a date you know. And I could use plenty of your help. Tips. You know.
"Oh Lucille, you never cease to surprise me! I mean your a successful banker, you have all the dresses a girl can dream of, heck your wardrobe is enough to last you a life time and you want to borrow a dress from me! How ironic," she says with her eyebrows raised high.
River and I are shareholders of the insurance company we co-own. We met in freshman year in college at the well acclaimed New York University.
We were both doing the same course, but after graduating, we worked at other major insurance companies and decided 3 years ago to make our own company.
But River and I are so alike on many levels and our friendship was so strong , we decided to move in together, which also made our work easier. Sometimes we were even mistaken to be lesbians.
" okay I'll admit, I just love your feather white chanel dress and thought it wouldn't hurt to have it for a night." I pout.
We were both fully grown adults at 25 but we sometimes acted like teenagers going through a phase. I guess that's why we get along too well and our relationship is an easy, straight forward one.
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Evening
River had called our favorite make up artist to do my make up which was unnecessary really, considering it was just a date for a few hours with a man who might not even appreciate the effort put in, but I guess it was worth the try and I loved how I looked.
My makeup was impeccably but simply done, the midnight black eyeliner accentuating my grey-green eyes. And a clear gloss on my lips.
Making me look stunning but at the same time giving me that 'I only need little makeup because I'm already beautiful 'look.
Rivers white chanel dress hugging my body in all the right places and stopping right above my knees. I looked banging I must admit.
I arrive at my blind date in my black Aston Martin luxury sedan, at Radisson red hotel. I know, it's a bad idea going on a blind date at a hotel. But it's safe since my friend who hooked us up knows him, it's not like I met him on tinder.
I seat my self on our reserved seats. Waiting for my date to arrive. I'm not a fan of having to wait for a man on a date, yes I'm old school and proud which might also contribute to me not having many dates, but this only meant I at least date who was more of my standard. I know, I know I'm a stuck up bitch. I've heard it a lot, but " bitches" get respect. And never entertain undesirable behavior from men, you'll be doing it forever.
I check the time on my watch and it's 7:50pm, he's 20 minutes late. And I don't sit well with a man who has a woman waiting on a date, I mean what chivalry ( Note the sarcasm)
Well I'll give him another 10 minutes being the generous person I am. I'll honestly be disappointed if he stands me up, but dorito's will be waiting for me when I get back home. Most girls would prefer ice-cream after such a night but I don't like sugary foods, they make me feel sick to the stomach.
It's now 9 minutes and he still hasn't arrived so I get up to leave, having only had a glass of water.
I stand up and turn on my heel when my gaze meets a huge broad chest standing only inches way from me.
" Miss Lucille Debi," he's deep baritone rumbling my name in his chest.
