Shattered Heartstrings

𝟐𝟐 | Deep entrainment

Ayyy guys! So, I'm kinda sorry and not sorry for the late update. I discovered the book was close to 9k reads so I waited for it to hit It first before I can post. Thanks for the 9k reads people🥳

Song: Friday feeling ~ Fireboy dml.

Since today is Friday and my brother was playing the song on repeat whilst disturbing me. LOL I was just in the mood for Friday feelings : ) besides it is a party themed song!

This chapter is dedicated to Choco_lateefah thanks for your lovely comments and for really appreciating my book😘

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If Kiki was surprised at my stillness and quietness throughout the ordeal of getting me ready for the party, as usual she wouldn't show it except for the occasional dismayed glances she threw at my direction.

At least I am comfortable with what I am wearing. Though it was a tussle to get which of 'my white outfit' that would have fitted me better for the occasion.

"Aramide...are you okay?" Kiki abruptly pauses her hovering movement over my face. I squeeze my face in a frown wondering why she thinks I am not okay.

"As you can see, I am perfectly fine." I do not mean for my answer to come out rudely but it is all for the devilish plan I have in my head.

"Are you sure? Or do you want to change the outfit?" Wow, this is definitely a side of Kiki that rarely surfaces. She is usually the one that puts up this, 'I don't give a fück' attitude and now she seems concerned that I am quiet all through. Honestly the outfit stuns and awes me to core. I never knew I had such fashionable clothes in my closet but well, what do you expect from an antisocial teenage girl?

My outfit is a graphic designers button down gown that stops inches above my knee - but there is the slit by the sides of the gown that reaches mid thigh. I can practically feel the cold effect of my dressing table-stool because my thigh is partly exposed. Of course the outfit is white, except for the graphic design that says, 'Rock till infinity'. The words drip in neon colour and is somewhat blurry like a smudged artistic surface effect - that's the design of the words anyways. I match the outfit with the high-soled white vans after wearing a black net socks first. I don't think I have much jewels to start with so I wore a double-decker chocker on my neck, my G-shock wristwatch and big loop earrings that complements my face.

The only problem is makeup. Kiki didn't wear makeup at all and now, she is the one plastering my face with anonymous powder and all. Again, I did not object so I sat still and allowed her to take control up until this moment when she suddenly grew weary of my weird silence. She was definitely expecting me to throw a fit when she was applying the makeup but well, I can't forget about the devilish plan. At all.

"You look good." She finally comments with a monotone voice as she places the makeup kit inside my dressing-table drawer.

"Really?!" I gasp and face the mirror that I have backed all this while. Kiki just...put make-up on my face? I cannot even see the evidence of make-up in my face..but taking a closer look, you would notice the smokey eye-shadow and the flawless make-up.