Looking at herself in the mirror Didi was quite satisfied with the outcome.
Her unruly coffee brown hair was held up in a soft bun and a few curls were let loose framing her face. This softened her sharp cheek bones .The light silver make up around her eyes and the faint shine coming from her slightly wet plump lower lip gave her an ethereal look. She wore a body hugging silver gown which wrapped deliciously around her curves and finally flowed freely from her knees to the floor . Taking up her gown slightly ,she peeked at her feet and was quite satisfied with how they looked in her heels. Pursing her lips, she tried but failed to stop the narcissistic thoughts running through her mind.
She giggled a bit at herself and could not believe how different she sounded.Finally deciding she had fed her ego enough she left the wall mirror in her walk in closet and headed down stairs.
'Dave should be coming shortly', she thought to herself. It had been a while she attended social events. She missed dolling up and mixing with the stuck up socialists . Not that she was humble....
but she just preferred her tranquility and calm. A place where she didn't have to pretend or hide her weird quirks or goofy laughter.
'sigh',
"That's what home is for after all". After 15 or so minutes she received a text from Dave telling her ,he was in the area, Residence X and needed the exact location to her house.
After noticing it had slipped her mind to tell him where she lived , she put together a short text with all the directions to her house and a little apology and headed out , not forgetting to take one of her chick coats to fight off the cold winds in the night.
In two minutes a sleek black Volvo pulled up in front of the front steps of her house , shortly after that, Dave came out.
" Hey Didi , I'm sorry f-"after taking up his head to begin pleading for making her wait , his voice abruptly got stuck in his throat.
"Saint Esprit..." he murmured in a daze when his voice came back, then after a while he suddenly started wretching but nothing came out.
Didi whose ego was being fed , looked at him and slowly a frown began to set on her face.
"why are you wretching?" she asked in a slow calm deadly voice, waiting patiently for his reply...
Seeing she took a little offense from his wretching he wanted to stop...really but after the initial shock of seeing her and her...womanly curves , he felt like a teenage boy seeing his elder sister in her undergarments... gross.
As the thought ran through his mind he slowly shivered and got back to his senses.
Looking at her now from the right point of view he felt like a proud brother.
'Daaamnnn... his sister was hot'! , thinking that way a bright smile light up his face and he flashed his sharp canines looking at her boyishly.
Rolling her eyes Didi did not even mind him again and slowly made her way to the passenger seat of his car. Even she didn't notice the small smile on her lips.
It was good to have her friend back.
Now,
off to the gala!.