Piping Hot

Mini Met Gala

Sorry it's late, I had to reset my phone because it wasn't functioning properly...😗
Anyway, enjoy the next few thousand words that make sense in my head! ❤
Much love to everyone reading! 😍

"You have to be kidding me."

Eleanor's voice wakes me up at what feels like 5 in the morning. I roll around in bed, forced to block out the gentle sunlight with my forearm as I peel my eyes open.

Not 5 a.m, then.

"Ellie now..." I whine, hoisting myself up on my elbows, my head throbbing. "Close the curtains, abeg. I feel as if someone is squeezing my brain."

Eleanor sits at the edge of the bed and passes me a glass of water and two tablets, which I gratefully accept. "Luckily for you, I came prepared."

With a sigh, I choke down the Panadol. "Thank you."

She rolls her eyes. "I told you not to drink so much, didn't I? But did anybody listen to Eleanor?" She throws up her hands, dramatically. "Noooooo. Nobody ever listens to Eleanor."

"Looks like you were right," I chuckle, dropping back onto the bed.

"Oh no, you don't," she grabs my arm, grinning devilishlly as she pulls me up into a sitting position. "It's five p.m. already. We have to get ready."

"Did you say p.m?" I gasp. I couldn't have slept for that long. "And ready for what?" I'm just about ready to claw the hair off her head.

"The Welcome Party, remember? It's by ten."

It's Friday already? After spending a few days lazing around in the apartment, the days have begun to blur together.

"Do we really have to go for that?" I honestly don't want to go for any stupid get-together or anything like that. I really don't want to see anyone, not even the sponsor that's supposed to appear. I don't even know who he or she is, till now!

"Think about the free food..." Eleanor wiggles her eyebrows.

The door swings open again; it's Odosa with a toothbrush in her mouth. I'm surprised I can even understand her when she says, "I swear, that's the only reason I'm going."

"Um-" she doesn't wait for my response before strolling out, throwing a peace sign as she shuts the door behind her. "Why did she even... Never mind."

"Oya get up, Tomi," Eleanor starts to tug on the long sleeves of my pyjama top.

"Fine," I grumble, tossing off the duvet as I leave the comfortable warmth of my bed.

"Good girl," she pats my shrunken hair as I pass her, and I swat her hand away. She merely laughs. "Come on, smile! We get to dress up!"

I trudge reluctantly into the bathroom, and I feel the cold of the tiles through my socks, a sharp contrast to the warm carpet that covered the floor everywhere else. I pick up my toothbrush, rolling my eyes. "What do you think this is, the Met Gala?"

"I'd like to think of it as a mini Met Gala," Eleanor winks, bouncing off the bed. "Now, hurry up. You've got to pick something to wear."

I finish up in the bathroom within a few minutes-after spending about ten marvelling at the luxury shower controlled by a glass panel-and decide to listen to Eleanor and choose my outfit for the afternoon. I'm just not so keen on the dressing up thing.

I'm stuck between a blue tee and shorts and a tank top and jeans, when Eleanor bursts into my room for the second time.

"Tomi, we're going to get something to..." she trails off when she notices the clothes I've laid out on my bed, her cheery smile giving way to a sarcastic stare. "Are you being serious right now?"