"Omgosh, could you have said that louder!" Sheri whispered shirked at Jill.
"What?! We're young and we're poppin, they're old and they're balding." Jill said rhythmically.
Sheri's eyes bulged as she stared at Jill.
"What? Okay, I'll chill. But can you relax too? You know I don't do well with being stared at, and with you acting like you have a stick up your butt as well it makes me all the more nervous." Jill said eyeing the catering staff with the champagne glasses.
Sheri knew Jill was right. Whenever she was in a room full of unfriendly faces, she did become stiff and self-conscious no matter how confident she was before stepping in the room. Jill, on the other hand, gets silly. It's her coping mechanism. In her mind, if they want to watch, why not give them a show. This is helpful for the club and bar scene but at a Galla hosting anyone who's a somebody is not where Sheri wanted to look ratchet.
The event was hosted at the newly renovated spy museum. The High Tech interactive atmosphere made both Sheri and Jill excited to try some of the new world breakthroughs in spy technology.
Jill was already occupying herself with an interactive hologram. It gave her a full mission to complete with fake credentials. Her new alias was Isa Mendoza from San Antonio, Texas.
"Call me Isa Mendoza for the rest of the night." Jill giggled
"Ok Isa Mendoza my turn." Sheri quipped.
"No way! You're being awarded Principal of The Year, everyone needs to know who you are." Jill chastised.
"Besides all these harsh eyes around us are just so convinced we don't belong, I can't wait to see the look upon their faces when they realize who you are Principal Sheri Lee Woods." Jill said smugly.
"This is why you Jillian Maria Sanchez are my best friend " Sheri answered tenderly.
"Shhh! It's Isa Mendoza!"
Sheri giggled at Jill's antics, but she was right. This was the Educators Annual Appreciation Gala, so if anyone had a place here it was most definitely Sheri Woods.
The young nominee quickly scans the room for anyone she might recognize. It surprised her a bit to see how many local rich and famous would come to an event like this. Then again who doesn't like to dress up and flash their wealth for a "good" cause. From what you can see there were many of the social elite in attendance. From the higher-ups in companies like CEOs and CFO's. To ex ballplayers, like Reginald Bushwick. Local celebrities, like actor Wesley Swipes and political figures, like, like, like Governor Mark Garrett...
As soon as Sheri saw Governor Mark Garrett, she quickly realized that he had already been watching her. All though in normal circumstances, this would have caused her to turn away, Sheri felt as though she was in a trance. Like a moth to a flame, Sheri found the Governor irresistible. In her conscious awareness, she couldn't understand. She had seen the governor before, in pictures on social media, posters, billboards, TV. But in person... This very moment... Sheri could come up with no explanation as to what was happening to her... Or between them..
You see Governor Garrett looked at the young nominee with fierce intent. When their eyes locked and she could visibly see him swallow as her deep burgundy painted lips parted slightly as she subconsciously tried to inhale his essence from across the room.
Sheri squirmed a little as she watched his eyes make their way down her tone hourglass figure.
When his eyes seem to have had their fill, they resumed their position, which was staring intently into Sheri's. This time with burning desire that made she shudder.
To try to find relief Sheri moved her gaze to scan his frame.
Mark Garrett was 6"1 with what seems to be an athletic built inside of his slim-fit burgundy tux. He had a satin linen beige shirt inside which accented well on his mahogany skin.
The more she looked at him, he reminded her of a dark skin version of Steph Curry especially with his golden hazel eyes and dark brown coils cut in a low-high top fade.
When her eyes had their fill, they resumed their attention back to Mark's eyes.
A slow stretch of a smile spread across his face.
At this point, Sheri was completely embarrassed. And had had regained enough social awareness to turn away and stop staring like an opened mouth fool.
To her dismay Jill was in a deep conversation with some hunk. Leave it to her to find someone her age and mighty attractive to talk too. I wonder if it ever is exhausting being that beautiful.