I didn’t think it would be possible for us to relax into this, but we have. Surprisingly, I have. I don’t feel pushed or pulled, it feels like they’re just right for all my crazy sides. While Red makes me want to be a kinder, gentler person. Well to her at least.
Now I’m getting ready to go to the Fall Ball and I told them all to get fucked, because Red’s my date tonight. Of course they’ll be there, but I don’t want her lost to this crowd under the influence, it has also made sure she’s sat at my table.
“Okay Luna, I’ve narrowed down these dresses to the top three for you. Now choose so I can do your hair and make-up,” she calls, bossy as ever.
Walking in I notice she’s hung three dresses near the floor length mirror for me to try. All floor length, there’s a green, deep blue and dusty pink option.
“I’m not wearing green this bright,” I say, sounding like a bitch but please, that’s not me.
Red just chuckles like she did it just to wind me up.
“You can do my hair and make-up first then I’ll try the dresses,” I say, which makes her clap with glee. She’s already done her own, sexy smoky eyes and her shoulder length hair half pinned back. I don’t know how she has the effort for this stuff, but she looks gorgeous.
“Fabulous, sit. Are you sure you don’t want me to go a little crazy with this?”
“I’m sure. If you give me an over the top look I won’t go,” I warn, but she just rolls her eyes.
She turns me away from the mirror and gets to it. I relax back whilst she tugs my hair around doing whatever she pleases. As she pulls the make-up out I give her a warning glare, which has her raising her hands in surrender.
When she finally steps back from me, I’m nervous to find out what she’s done.
“If I do say so myself Captain, you look stunning, now choose a dress we’ve got about half an hour until the guys get here,” she says, before sauntering off to get herself ready.
Glancing in the dresser mirror I take myself in. She’s curled my hair, then twisted it loosely round one side, and fitted it all into a messy bun at the back of my head. I actually love it. It looks classy but not stuck up. She’s done my make-up beautifully, my skin looks flawless. My eyes are a gorgeous blend of bronzes and golds and my lips are a glossy pink. My girl did good. This is why she’s my favorite.
Looking between the two dresses, my make-up will suit both so that doesn’t help narrow down my choice. I try the blue option first then the dusty pink. As soon as I look in the mirror, I know the pink dress is the one. It’s stunning. Floor length with a small trail, spaghetti straps leading to a low V that stops in between my breasts. It hugs my hips tight accentuating my assets, and the back is completely bare except for the straps around my shoulder blades. I consider using some tape to hold everything in place, but everything is so tight nothing is close to slipping.
Accessorizing with the jewelry pieces Red left out, and the black strappy heels and matching clutch I’m ready to go.
Stepping back into my bedroom Red isn’t there, but I hear noise coming from the lounge.
“Nope, no way Jessica. You are not leaving this room until you go change. Tell her Roman,” Oscar’s shouting. What the hell is he shouting for?
“Shut up Oscar,” calls a bored Roman.
“No way, guys are going to be staring at her and getting dirty thoughts and I won’t allow it.”
“Fuck off Oscar,” Red shouts.
Oh shit, I better get out there. Stepping into the lounge I observe the scene before me. Everyone is sat casually on the sofas except Red and Oscar who are glaring at each other. I want to get involved but he looks hot as sin in a fitted deep blue suit and tie, and he’s got me all tongue tied.
Looking at the others Roman and Kai are both kitted out in fitted black suits, whereas Roman has a black shirt and tie too, Kai is wearing a white shirt and a bow tie.
Tracing my eyes over Parker he’s wearing a grey fitted suit with a bow tie too. My brain has officially short-circuited, and my body cannot deal with this amount of hotness at once. I think I’m going to self-combust from the sexual tension alone. Remembering why I rushed out here I shake my head ready to stop the shouting, but there is no shouting. Everyone is staring at me with their jaws hanging loose, even Red.
Clearing my throat, I try to find something to say.
“Why were you yelling in here?”
Nobody responds, they just continue to stare and it’s starting to make me feel awkward. Getting frustrated with them I march past them all, heading to the kitchen. When they’re behind me I hear curse words and turn to see what’s going on now.
“I think I just came in my pants,” gasps Oscar.
The confusion on my face has him pointing at me, but he doesn’t expand.
Fucking idiots can’t even hold a conversation now apparently, so I waltz into the kitchen and grab a water, I don’t want to let my guard down around so many threats tonight. A finger traces down my back gaining my attention, Kai is staring at me like I created heaven or something.
“You look truly beautiful Sakura, no words can truly do you any justice,” he murmurs.
Playing with his bow tie I smile at him as a way of acknowledging his compliment.
“You look very handsome Kai, a bow tie suits
