Our Deep End | ✔️

CHAPTER 7

Elle's POV

"Are you going with a black or silver handbag?" I question Camila, gazing at myself in the mirror.

"Silver." She replies, grabbing my silver Chanel clutch. It was tradition that for events like these we always help each other get ready. I installed her lashes, while she flat ironed my hair, followed by us both holding each other's hands for support as we struggled down my grand staircase in our heels. After all, team work makes the dream work. Christian would be here any minute, and although I wasn't exactly excited for this dance, I looked good as fuck.

I was wearing a strapless navy blue dress that hugged my body nicely. It was classy, but maximized all things necessary and my black red bottoms did the trick too. Cami did my makeup, and my long straightened hair hung silkily down my back.

"So are you finally gonna tell me about that kid you're gonna be with tonight?"

"What's there to tell? He's just a friend."

"Just a friend?" Her voice is full of doubt.

I nod. "We're definitely not the second coming of you and Matt." I sigh, "Or even me and Hunter for that matter."

Part of me, although adored her, was slightly envious of Camila, simply because of her success in the relationship department. Even while I was with Hunter, in my head I would keep a checklist of everything she and her boyfriend Matt shared that I wanted too. They don't argue often, but still had a fever for each other nonetheless. A very pure, unproblematic vibe. I couldn't even obtain that level of contentment by myself.

"But he's so sexy" she fake pouts. "And he's your type!"

I laugh. She's not wrong, but the point still stands that I love Hunter just as much as I should hate him.

"Yeah, maybe. But you alr.."

"If I hear the name Hunter in whatever sentence you're about to say, I will rip those lashes out of your face!" She covers her ears frantically. Pfft, drama queen. "And it would be a shame because you're looking so damn good right now!"

"Yeah, that I can agree with" a voice from behind booms, causing my heart to race. It was Christian. "I'd say navy blue is your color, but truthfully you'd look just as good in any."

He was standing against the wall, only a few feet away from me, and scrumptiously too might I add. He had on a basic black suit, and his hair was slicked back. I didn't need a mirror to know that my cheeks shone a bright fire truck red.

"How long have you been standing there?" I quickly question.

"Not long," He shrugs, before turning to Camila. "You really think I'm her type though?"

We both exchange looks of embarrassment. He heard that whole conversation. Thankfully my mom and Audrey intrude on the halfway awkward situation.

"Gorgeous!" My mom gasps, before pulling out the camera snapping multiple off guards.

"You guys look so beautiful!" Audrey coos, taking a few snapshots of her own. Camila immediately begins to pose, while I awkwardly do the same.

I hope I don't regret coming out tonight.

A/N
I sure hope Elena doesn't regret going to the dance either. What do you think will happen?

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