Something between Us

Chapter 34.

I don't know when I became the girl that freak out over Prom night.
Lola is revelling in it she's enjoying watching me rush around my bedroom in my pink silk satin dressing gown.
There's blood trickling down my leg from shaving but Lola reminds me it's okay because I'm wearing a floor length dress, that doesn't stop me from freaking out.
"My God Ally calm the fuck down you're going to sweat your make up off."
Lola snaps after I apply a nude pink lip liner for the fourth time tonight.
I ignore her and continue to assess my face.
My mom tamed my hair. She washed it for me like she would when I was a little girl and blow dried it straight. After a hell of a lot of hair product I've never cared enough to use.
She put some rollers in my hair early this morning insisting I keep them in no matter how heavy my head begins to feel.
After a lot of complaining this morning and much of the afternoon I've finally showered and allowed Lola to paint my face.
I must admit she has worked wonders; my cheeks are slightly blush pink, golden eyeshadow accompanied with a dust of brown and a subtle amount of eyeliner on upper eye lid.
The wing affect Lola reminds me, adding mascara to thickening out my lashes both upper and lower. I appreciate the little add of gloss to my plumb nude lip.
"Beautiful," Lola smiles after checking out her finished master piece.

After complaining about the weight of my already heavy head of hair in these ridiculously amount of rollers my mom finally agrees to take them out and begin styling my hair.
"Come on then miss moaner, we'll sort your hair out."
I smile smugly at my Mom happy to have won the battle. "
This reminds me of when you were a little girl all the pretty hair styles we'd try out for a dance recital," her smile is gentle reminiscing on happy times, "and now I'm getting my baby girl ready for Prom, I-"
My mom tears up and Lola giggles, "Come on Ms Benson, no tears."
She jokes and we all laugh Lola's curling her hair with one of her own curling wands she's going for the all down curled look.
Her blonde locks are always supper straight so it'll be nice to see her looking a little different.

My mom was adamant she would tame my wild curls, to my surprise she did just that, after washing my hair, blow drying it straight with so much product my hair doesn't even feel like my own, it's smooth and soft. Now from the curlers, it feels wavy, not sharp thick curls. Although one thing that I couldn't understand was my Mom taking the rollers out, brushing curls out; all the time spent wearing these damn things and she brushes them out. "Stop with that look Ally, it's part of the process," she reminds me and I remain still entrusting my mom as she so far successfully manages my naturally crazy hair.
After a painful hour and a half of my Mom combing through my hair back combing and curling loose strands of hair, adding booby pins to hold the pin up in place she's done.
Lola and my mom take a deep breath and smile, "Chase will literally die."
Lola beams as she takes in my new hairstyle and freshly painted face.
"You're telling me." My mom nods in agreement before she high fives Lola; Both clearly impressed with their contribution to the final piece.
"No looking till you have you dress on," my Mom instructs, marching me into my bathroom facing my away from the mirror hanging on the bathroom wall opposite the glass shower door. I'm aided in stepping into my floor length gown. Lola slips my gold strap heels around the corner of the door to which my mom again helps me into buckling the strap before lowering my dress to cover my heels.
She takes a deep breath and stares at me her expression translates to pride and happiness.
"You look breath taking."
She wipes away a tear before leading me back into my bedroom.
Lola is stood waiting her dress is also floor length a teal colour it's strapless matched with silver strap shoes and a dainty silver heart pendant necklace.
"You look like a mermaid," I tell her and she smiles.
 "Stunning Lo," the door goes and my heart instantly stops, "I guess that's Chase."
My mom jumps with excitement.
"Go check yourselves out girls, you both look like models."
Lola smiles at me, "that dress is amazing Al, come look."
I don't know why but I feel nervous take check my reflection I know my mom and Lola are wizards at hair and make up but what if they style they've chosen for me doesn't work.
I walk over to the mirror looking down at my feet.
"I'm scared," I say to Lola who's standing besides me waiting patiently for me to see the finished look.
"Just look we need to get going." I laugh as she is always to the point and straight faced.
I take a moment looking at my hair that has been pinned into a loosely styled fishtail plait, brought to the side of my shoulder with fallen strands of hair curled to frame my face that has been painted with a fair amount of foundation and powder, light lines to define my cheeks a little more.
Through the strands of hair, you can just about see my white pearl earrings with a matching pearl bracelet complimenting my bare dress.
I look down to my hands feeling the satin silk material of my champagne floor length dress with an ever so small train at the back.
The dress fits me like a glove with thin shoulder straps and a gaping back. I smile at the reflection and notice Lola smiling too.
"We look hot," she tells me with confidence, and I nod take in her dress that clings to her stunning figure and smile.
"Lets go give Chase an early heart attack and make Henry wish I was into guys."
I follow Lola who leads the way to the stair well laughing at Henrys expense.
My palms feel sweaty and my heart is pounding every fibre of my being is nervous for this grand entrance.
Lola goes first, assuring me this will build for amazing dramatic affect.
I hear my mom and Chase and Henry praising Lola for her stunning dress. Henry tells Lola he's never seen anyone so beautiful. She told Henry that she was into girls and ever since he's been such a uplifting friend to her. Behind the boldness and his cheek his heart is gold.
"I told you I wasn't a total jerk," he replies to Lola sounding shocked and happy at the same time.
He must have bought her a corsage after asking me the colour of her dress.
Lola would have been disappointed if he hadn't got her one whether she admitted it or not.
"Come on Al, I want pictures."
My mom calls from the bottom of the stair case; I was distracted by the chatter about Lola and listening on her date.
But now attention is drawing back on me my nerves are rising again.
I take a couple deep breaths, I count to ten trying to compose myself before gracefully walking down the stairs to be greeted by Chase.
All nerves are gone when my emerald eyes lock his crystal blues.
I notice how he never takes his eyes off me even as I walk down each step, hs eyes are stuck to me following my every step.
His mouth curves into his perfect half smile and I feel myself walking faster desperate to be in his arms.
His full suit is fitting to his body a dark navy blue to which I smile at how well the colour compliments my dress.
His shoes are brogues a dark brown, they're so shiny I can see my reflection in them.
He looks so mature with his hair is pushed back. He's tried to smarten it out but I appreciate the loose strands not in place, he looks like a rock star.
He straightens his blue thin tie flatting it down and I wink at him when I notice the white rose button hole knowing he really has always listened to my perfect ideal of prom; white roses being my chosen flower.
"Wow."
I hear him whisper as he moves closer to the stairs his hand stretch out like the gentleman he is. He's waiting to help me off the last couple of steps.
"Thank you," I curtsy which gains a chuckle from Chase.
He bring my hands to his lips and kisses it softly as he looks up at me again he whispers gently "you look beautiful Al."
This a moment for just the two of us to share.

At that very second I'm shocked by flashing lights around us my mom couldn't refrain from capturing the tender moment in her camera.
For the first time I don't find myself annoyed at her intrusion I'm happy knowing that sweet memory has now been captured in a photograph to treasure; always.
Chase is holding a clear box in his hand before leading me in front of our grand fireplace for pictures he presents the box to me with a wide smile.
I take a look at the box as he opens it revealing 3 white roses sealed onto golden ribbon, with green leaves around the flower heads and some pretty gypsophilia to add more decoration to the simple by elegant corsage.
"May I?" this moment is another I could live in for ever I nod giving him my left hand..
He takes my hand and places the flower bracelet on my dainty wrist.
"Thank you," I smile into his eyes and he takes my hand in his leading the way. 

I'm too happy in this sweet bubble moment so I give my mom all the angles all the poses and as many pictures as we have time for.
I never want to forget a single second of this evening.
Pictures of my mom and I, Lola and I, Chase kissing my cheek, solo photos. You name it, whatever photo she wanted I let her take.
"Okay we need to get going," I finally end the photoshoot, considering the four of us were such willing participants in my Moms photography, she smiles and agrees.
"Stay safe, have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't."
She teases but non of us look back.
We pile out of the house too excited to watch the night unfold.
Four friends ready to meet their classmates for one of the best nights of their lives.
I look to Chase who's dashingly handsome and struggle to believe that he's my Prom Date.
He must notice me staring because he leans over and kisses my cheek taking my hand in his as we walk to the black lemo that has just pulled up to take us to prom.
A couple of the cheer girls heads pop out of the roof beckoning for us to hurry and get in and we do just that.
For the first time in a while feeling like senior's having fun with their friends, care free relaxed and happy.