Warrior

14

As the next couple of days go by, nothing much happens. Amma, Babuji, and I slowly inch back closer, and I finally ask for forgiveness. Amma ends up crying and apologizes as well, telling me that all she wants is for her big girl to be happy and that's it.

With all of that out of the way, the house returns to normal, and Gomez no longer has to worry about making special breakfasts to get everyone together. Instead, I can solely focus on work, though now and then I think of Arnav Singh Raizada - the CEO whose mother was only interested in me and none of the chicks that threw themselves at her son.

I guess his past girlfriends are that bad.

Finally, Friday night rolls around and I decide to get serious and choose a dress. So I'm in my closet, looking through all of the dresses that I have.

"What are you doing?"

"Geez-us-! Payal," I scold, glaring at her.

Payal simply shrugs with a toothy grin.

"I liked it better when you were drowning in your notes."

"Remember that when finals roll around and I act crazy."

I roll my eyes and look back at my dresses.

"What are you doing, Di," she asks as she sits down at my vanity.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're looking for a dress."

"There you go."

"Okay. Why?"

I pause and look at her. "I've got a dinner meeting tomorrow night."

"On a Saturday," she asks, arching her brow at me.

I miss the days when she was younger and it was easier to lie to her and she wouldn't ask any questions. But it's not like I struggle with my lies.

"Yes, on a Saturday," I mimic. "It's for the new fashion division, for the blog and stuff."

"Oh wow, really?"

Payal's also quite excited about the blog; she's planning on being a part of it once she's done with college and officially working full-time.

"Yes, really, so I gotta dress to impress."

"Well why didn't you say so!"

She comes rushing over and looks through my dresses, going through all five sections of them. She picked out a few, then went through those, and when she didn't like it, her nose would scrunch up lightly, and Payal would put it back. After going on with this method for several minutes, she finally narrows down on a ruby red satin dress.

"This baby is the one!"

I look the dress up and down. It was a halter top dress, which accentuated my mounds - especially since I can't wear a bra, and revealed a lot of my left leg.

I love dresses with slits, sue me.

"This?"

"Hell yeah, why not," she frowned.

"For a business meeting?"

Payal rolled her eyes with a scoff. "Di, you're representing for something that revolves around fashion, okay? Fashion. So show em that you know what you're doing!"

I take hold of the dress and look at Payal, who's smiling at me. I do feel bad that I'm lying to her....

But then again... who knows.