Hush, Howl {18}

Sapphire

Zoe came over later next Friday afternoon, which is good because there are no classes due to the busy preparation for the next game. She insisted on helping us prepare for our exclusive dates with the boys. Aunt Farris were giving us weird looks, even though you could say that Rosy already told her about the dating part where the boys asked us out. She said if anything happens to us, then it isn’t her fault. All that she is asking is to look out for ourselves and have a good night.

This is our first date after all.

I shook my head. It’s a movie. Not a date. We’re just going out to see a movie.

Zoe wanted to keep our looks simple. We don’t want to look as if we’re exaggerating it.

After brushing off the last bits of Rosy’s makeup, she decided to apply a pair of contact lenses on her eyes so she wouldn’t be bothered by her glasses. She looked very pretty, honestly. Her hair looks as if it was woven by a professional hairstylist. With her hair pinned back in a braid and her bangs falling freely on her forehead, she looked like a movie star... even a model. Zoe didn’t braid all of Rosy’s hair, she let down half of it in loose curls which looked really suiting for Rosy’s look.

As for me, Zoe twisted my hair up into a high ponytail with the ends dangling in loose curls. She kept it simple, and I’m thankful for that.

As Rosy smeared lipstick across my lips, Rosy began ranting about an appropriate dress that should be worn. “You don’t have to worry about it.” Zoe stated, while wiping away the mark of the lipstick that was out of place. “There. Beautiful as ever.” She stood up, examining me with a proud smile. “Now, I guess I’m really perfect timing!” She squealed and ran out of the room.

I looked at Rosy questioningly but she shrugged in response. Taking this chance, I looked at myself at the mirror. Zoe was right. I look pretty. I can’t help but think about how long this night will last. It feels as if a fairy grand-mother just granted me a wish that’ll disappear in due midnight.

Zoe came rushing back into the room with a big, black bag slumped over her shoulder. The bag looked really lightweight because she carried it like a feather. She allowed the bag to drop on the floor, then crouched down and unzipped it. She took out two dresses of different colors folded neatly in place and then went over to Rosy and handed her the pink one on top. She reluctantly took it in her arms as Zoe turned to me and handed me the purple one.

“What is it?” Rosy asked, glancing between the dress and the cheery face of Zoe.

“Your dresses.” Zoe answered. We moved from our spot to protest but she held her hands on front of us. A gesture to stop whatever we were planning to do. “Uh-uh, no objection. Just put them on so we can have no more problems.” She turned her back to me and ushered Rosy to the bathroom.

With my mouth slightly open, I held the dress by the sleeves and unfolded it to check its appearance. My eyes practically bulged out of their sockets at the sight. The dress was simply elegant. The upper portion was on one-shoulder style with ruffles running down on the edges. I twisted the dress around to have a good look at it, and I was relieved to find it loose and puffy. I hate fitted dress. Other than that, the skirt was free-flowing. I’m pretty sure just went about an inch above my knee.

Looking at Zoe, I noticed that she was smiling at me. Seeming that I cannot control the overwhelming emotion, I ran towards her and engulfed her into a hug.

The dress was simply elegant! I don’t know how much to thank her for letting me borrow this. She laughed while wrapping her arms around me in return. “I guess you loved it, huh?” She told me as I pulled away. I nodded back at her in agreement. “Good,” she paused and shook her head. “Because it’s yours.” She added. Looking at her in shock, I held up my hands to protest but she covered her eyes to prevent me from objecting.  “I told you! No objections. Otherwise, I’d change my mind.”

Rosy came sauntering out of the bathroom with the dress clinging on her figure. She looked really sexy while she wore that dress. The dress was lacy and it fitted her perfectly with its short-sleeved top and a V-shaped neckline. There was a black belt the hugged her waist, followed by a long, free-flowing skirt that reached her mid-thighs.

Zoe practically squealed as Rosy examined herself in the mirror. She was scrutinizing herself with much attention as if her reflection is fading into thin air. “You look really pretty!” Zoe exclaimed and I bobbed my head up and down in agreement. My jaws were practically hanging open at the sight of her—it was the very first time that I am seeing her wearing a dress.

“We don’t need to wear this things right? We’re just going on a movie.” Rosy told her, pouting.

Zoe flicked her wrist at her. “Believe me. By the looks of it, you’re going to attend something even more than date.” She stated. Rosy and I exchanged glances.

“How’d you know?”

“I just do.” She grinned at her knowingly. “Anyways,” she turned to me and ushered me into the bathroom. “Go, get dressed. The boys will be here in approximately thirty minutes.” She tapped the screen of her watch while staring at the ticking hand of the clock.

I entered the bathroom and slipped on the dress. I didn’t expect it to fit me, but it surprisingly did. Walking out of the bathroom, Zoe squealed again when she saw me. “I knew it! I knew it! Those dresses are perfect!” she giggled and clapped her hands like a child just got an ice cream. More to our surprise, she brought out two pairs of shoes from her bag and made Zoe and I wear it.

Mine was a pair of matching purple stilettos with killer four-inch heels while Rosy’s was a matching color of pink to her dress with the same height as mine. We exchanged worried glances, thinking that we wouldn’t be able to walk comfortably in these shoes since we are used on wearing flats.

I slipped my feet inside the shoe and tried to walk it around the room. Rosy followed my move and we both stumbled quite a few times before getting used to the height we are currently walking in. Zoe reassured us that we’ll be fine and that the boys will surely love the way we look tonight.

I’m starting to think that we’re exaggerating. We’re only going out to see a movie for god’s sake!

It was a few minutes after when the doorbell rang. Rosy, Zoe and I exited the room with anxiety. What’ll the boys’ reaction be when they saw us in this attire? It looks so formal, yet if it would be our choice we would’ve worn our casual.

Reaching the living room, we spotted Daniel and Darren sitting on the sofa dressed in their casual. Aunt Farris was discussing something with them, and all I see them do is nod and smile to her every word. I’m starting to regret wearing this clothes since I think we’re a bit over dressed. Once Daniel and Darren noticed our presence inside the room, they stood up from their seat and walked over to us with shock etched on their face.

“Y-you,” Darren stuttered while approaching me. He cleared his throat and smiled at me. “You look very stunning.” I smiled back at him, gratefully and tried to withhold the blush that was threatening to stain my cheeks. But to my dismay, I failed to do so.

“You look good yourself.” I told him, making Zoe pipe up and tell him what I just did.

“She said you look handsome.”

Okay, maybe that’s a bit out of line. Other than that, she didn’t lie.

Darren had his hair on its usual hairstyle. He had his usual Giordano T-shirt on paired with denim skinny jeans. It was tight so it showed those six-pack or maybe even eight-pack abs that he was hiding underneath. The jeans, on the other hand, accentuated his broad legs.

Wanting not to look like I was checking him out—which I just did, I looked up to meet his eyes. He towered over me in a few inches.

“Ok, so, um… let’s go?” He held his arm out for me which I accepted with no hesitance.

He led me out to his Lamborghini and opened the door for me to enter. Rosy and Daniel followed after, but it turned out that they’re riding their own vehicle. So, that leaves me alone with Darren in the front seat. Looking out of the window of the car after I buckled myself on the seat, I spotted Aunt Farris at the door waving at us and bidding us to stay safe and no funny businesses.

I laughed quietly and waved back at her.

I turned to Darren and decided to ask him. “Am I overdressed?” I repeated it about three times before he got it.

“You? Overdressed?” He laughed quietly and shook his head. “I think it’s perfect.” He told me, smiling. The corners of my lips twisted up into a smile.

How will this night go then?