We each choose a few outfits in a high-class private mall for the party. And I learnt that Odi's background might not be that simple after all. But I didn't want to prod.
Everyone had their own secrets.
I have a fair share of mine too.
"This is my humble abode, come on in." Odi smiles bitterly, pushing through the door of an old apartment, not what I was expecting as compared to her generous amount of money in her card.
"Hello, you must've been Odi's best friend, the actress, Carmelo, I love you from your shows!" A frail lady in a loose purple nightgown came stood up slowly from the sofa, speaking in a clear British accent.
"Be careful, Ma." Odi quickly slips on a pair of slippers and helps her mother from the sofa.
"Thanks, Odi. Make yourself home, can I call you Mel too?"
"Of course, Madam Sophos, thank you."
I addressed her as Madam Sophos, taking in the fact there's no trace of any male living in here and went over to help her as a form of respect.
"Oh, just call me Queenie. Madam Sophos, that made me feel so aged!" She chuckles, gesturing for us to sit.
"Would you prefer to have western or eastern? I am a great cook you know?" Queenie plucks a box of Malay Kuih from the cupboard. "Try some, I made it myself,"
"Thanks, Queenie." I beam into her sparkling blue eyes, I can see their resemblance, same blue eyes and dark hair, but Odi's nose is sharper and she has a taller frame structure as compared to her petite mother.
I did not bother calling Dionysus to inform him of my departure from the school and not having dinner at home. Maybe we should both cool off first.
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Saturday, 5 pm.
"Why is my hair so straight! Why can't it curl?" Odi whines, hurling her hair curler across my room in annoyance.
"Chill dude, try mine first. I gotta change, be quick!" I point to my hair curler on my dresser as Lala, my stylist, finishes the final touches of my makeup and passes my dress over.
I can never do makeup on my own, lucky I have Lala and I have no idea where Dionysus is.
"Mel, there's a young man outside the gates with a motorbike, do I invite him in?" Lala knocks on the doors of my walk-in closet where I am changing in.
"Yes please, Lala, he is my company for tonight."
"Sure, no problem, I will help Miss Sophos with her makeup too."
"Thanks"
One thing I love about Lala? She never asks questions and does what I tell her to. Her fealty towards me is really unwavering.
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"F*ck took you so long, Ilocia?" Alec rolls his eyes, wolving down my fresh tub of ice cream.
Wow, him and his swear words.
Hold up a sec.
"Alec Jasons, screw off my ice cream!"
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Arthur, my chauffeur will be taking Odi, while I ride Alec, that jerk! Seriously? My special grape-flavoured ice cream that I get only twice a year and one more bonus on Christmas and my birthday?
This is a bruh moment.
And yep, we are late, but stylishly and honourably late.
I am wearing the dress that I bought. Revolve Valence cream coloured dress that has a V-neckline that exposes my collarbone and graceful neckline, it is sleeveless that left me vulnerable to the chill night winds and the belt outlined my waist perfectly. I slipped on a Christian Louboutin Swarovski crystals sandal and finished the look with a pair of diamond ear studs and some bangles.
While Odi chose a spaghetti strap, flaming red short dress that stops only at her mid-thighs that kisses her beautiful curves lovingly. Her black straight hair was curled to waves that fluffed her face and slipped on a pair of Jimmy Choo lace pumps.
While Alec flung on a leather jacket over his white basic shirt and completed with his normal jeans and combat boots. The weather is a little chilly but nothing too bad, just coat yourself when needed but again, what's the fun in that?
Come on, baby, loosen up your cells.
After some fun ride, Alec pleads to stop by a bush to vomit and I had to slow down on the rest of the journey for him.
What a fun-pooper.
"Ugh, Ilocia, your ice cream sucks the hell man." Alec gasps in between his vomit.
I rest my hands my hips, "excuse me, Alec Jasons? That's my baby you're talking about? And you know that you suck? And you can swallow those stupid intestines of yours down your ass?"
"Ilo- BLURGH*"
"Ew, let me video this real quick."
"F*cking hell Iloc-*MORE BLURGHS*"
"Yuck, Jasons, you are yucky mucky chucky mucky like the peter pepper sucking a chicken paper and the chicken chickens nickens the nick back shackel backles like the-"
"Shut the f*ck up!"
"Chill dude, no need to get your blood pressures up and die of cardiac arres-"
"I swear the f*ck, Ilocia-"
I try to bite back the laughter and swallow back into my throat.
What a cutie pie.