Seconds have passed and become minutes, minutes became hours, hours have become days and finally the most awaited day is tomorrow! Brandon is turning fifteen! Am glad he's growing up, he has to stop acting like a child and be a man!
Brandon isn't that close to us all, he only talks to mom and always stick by her side. Most of the time, he's either at school, library or out with his buddies. I know that the life in this house can drive a psychiatrist crazy! At least he got a way to stay away from all these unnecessary dramas!
Two days ago, dad was giving us instructions on how to dress and prepare for the party! Am tired of hearing the same words billionth times a year!!! He stated preaching about how we should uphold the family name and make sure the party has no flows! For God's sake it's just a birthday party not a graduation or wedding reception party!!! I got upset and left the dining room. Later Helen served me dinner in my room and before I went to sleep, Brandon paid me a visit! I have to confess, he shocked me! It's really rare for him to talk to me leave alone coming up to my room.
"Sara why aren't you coming to my party?" He asked after I told him to make himself comfortable on my bed. He sat down at the edge near my legs as I sat up and leant on the bed.
"I might be busy Brand."
" Are you really busy or a you just trying to stay away from the event?"
"Hmm! Now that you've guessed it right, let's talk about it! I hate these parties! Parties that only members of the high class families can attend. People don't ask you how you've been but ask how much your outfit and heels cost! So yes, I don't know if I'll attend. But don't worry, Ella, Anna and mom will be there! My absence won't affect anything!"
"Mom told me what happened during the monthly tea party! You are different from the rest, your little acts of kindness can affect and change the world positively sis! And as far as the matter of being absent is concerned, your presence is highly appreciated as much as Anna's presence! Last year you left the party half way through and I felt bad. Sis this event comes once in a year," he moved closer and hold my hands in his and said, "big sis will you please be by my side as I start a new page of my book of life!"
Oh my gosh! When did this little bro of mine grow up!!! His words touched me!!! And those puppy eyes, I can't say no to him! Shit! This is what they call emotional blackmail!! I assured him that I'll be there for his party and after a little chitchat, we said good night and he left. I had to call Emma and Selina and ask them to take me for a dressing shopping tomorrow since I hadn't planned for the party.
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The D-day:"Andy can this be done quicker than it is already?" I asked my beautician, Andy.
"Hhmm! Patience Mia Amore! Patience! It's a virtue you know! Patience, it pays off!" Uuggghhh! How many more hours??!! I have been in this salon and beauty spa for the last five hours!!!
"Ok Amore! You can open your eyes and see the beauty in front of you!" Andy said in his Italian accent. I just love how he talks! I opened my eyes and looked at my reflection. Perfect! He just knows what to apply and where to apply at the perfect proportion! Not have not light make-up.
"Girls! Bring her her gown!" Andy called for my dress and two of the staffs here at the spa brought my gown.
"Ok Amore! I'm going to leave you with the girls to get you all dressed up and then you can head to the party!" He bowed a bit left after placing a soft kiss on my cheek. The girls asked me to remove the white bathrobe that I had as Andy did my makeup and hair. I removed it and slowly got myself inside the purple prom gown. The girls zipped it up and brought my matching heels as I put them on and stood up. I doubled checked myself and slightly touch my hair and made sure it looks great. I thanked the girls and walked out to Andy's office.
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