Belle of the Ball

Chapter Seventeen - I Will

The banging going on in my head brought me out of my deep slumber. It literally felt like something was hitting my brain, repeatedly with a hammer.

"Fuck." I whispered, bringing my hands to my scalp, trying to relieve some of the pain.

"Ahh, and she's awake."

Nancy was looming over me, with a tall glass of water and an aspirin pill bottle. She was dressed in white neglige, and at the moment—I thought she was an actual angel.

"Thank you." I said, propping up my pillows. "What's with the get up?"

She handed me the water and the pill bottle. After that she fluffed her curls, then faced her butt to me. "Why do I look good?" She asked.

"Okay Nancy...this is how a lot of porn starts."

"I'm just kidding. I was taking some pictures. I wanted to look sexy, so I put this on."

"How long were you...standing over my bed?" I asked, glancing up at her while swallowing the pills down with the water.

"For about two seconds. I was going to wake you up by pouring water on you, but I thought that would be cruel." She sighed. "Anyways, hurry up and get up. We have things to do today."

"Things to do like what?" I asked, after taking another gulp of water.

"I don't know, Kat came by earlier. She said to put on our fanciest dresses and meet her by the beach."

"Fancy? Why would I wear a fancy dress at the beach?" I asked, with raised brows—which only intensified the headache. "Ouch." I continued rubbing my head, which was currently throbbing and pulsating.

"I don't know. This trip has been rather confusing. Anyways, just do it."

"Okay."

Nancy left the room after that, then closed the door behind her. I then immediately went to my bag, and dug around through its contents, trying to find anything remotely fancy. After digging around for a while, I finally found something that could work.

It was a strapless, light cadet blue dress, with a white built in belt. I shrugged my shoulders, then pulled the dress on after stripping out of my night clothes.

I spun around in the mirror, deciding I liked the way the dress looked on my curves. I opened the room door, and walked out barefoot—going straight to Nancy's room.

"You done? I asked after knocking on her door.

She apparently changed just as quickly as I did, because she swung the door wide open, appearing fully dressed in a spaghetti strapped, floor length black gown.

"Oh, that's pretty!" I said.

"Thanks. It doesn't make me look fat? Does it?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Nancy, you're barely above one hundred and thirty pounds."

She cringed.

"Uh hello? Every body type is beautiful! Especially yours, and that's the average weight for your height anyway."

"Yeah." She replied. "I guess you're right."

"As always."

Then we walked to the bathroom together. "Do you think whatever...mystery event we're attending requires makeup?" I asked, fingering my makeup bag that was sitting on the countertop.

She grabbed her own makeup bag after shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know, but I never go anywhere without looking my best."

Then she pulled the foundation out of her bag, and started applying it with her big makeup brush. It glided over her skin perfectly, blending in like it was actually made for her.