Whitney's POV:-
After 20 minutes, we reach a fancy looking shop. As we go inside, dresses of all kinds could be seen. Full Makeover, here I come. Em takes charge and starts pulling various clothes and pushes them in my hands. "Let's see your choice. Choose some" She commands. Eyeing the skimpy clothes, I choose the okay looking clothes. I head towards the changing rooms. It's gonna be a long time before we get home.
After 2 hours:-
We happily leave the shop, our arms laden with bags and our hearts content. "I already told my mom that I'm staying at yours" Em informs me.
I squeal, "Yay, you can help me sort out of my mess of a wardrobe."
"I have to, otherwise you'd get all lost in them." She rolls her eyes but grins. We reach my house.
As we both make a run for my room I yell out, "Mom, we're home! Em's staying over." She walks out and gestures me to follow her.
Did I do something wrong??
Nevertheless I follow her. On reaching the living room I notice a really beautiful woman sitting there. She had this aura of elegance but at the same time she looked really loving too. Her eyes were so blue and electric, it reminded me of Adam. And her smile....It was just that infectious, that by the time I went and sat I had a big smile too.
"Hello Ma'am" I greeted her.
"Oh hush, Ann would be fine dear. God! You've turned into such a beautiful young lady." She gushes. My mother smiles at us," Honey this is my best friend, Ann. Two of her sons go to your school. Do you know them?" I awkwardly shake my head in disagreement.
How was I supposed to know that when my mom barely has time for me??
"How would she remember Samantha? They were only in 8th grade. And besides , my sons were very shy when it came to talking to her." Ann chuckles.
"May I know their names?" I ask timidly.
"Adam Walters and Archer Anderson , dear" She smiles. Oh so that explains the similar blue and smile.
"I met Adam today but I didn't know he had a brother." I say surprised. "It's fine dear, I'll tell Archer to pick you up. After all you're gonna be with us for half a year." She replies. Wait what? I look at my mom for an explanation.
"Sweetheart, your father and I are going to an overseas trip. You are going to stay with their family, in their home." My mom says, with a sweet smile. Which is fake. They always go away like this ever since....last year. As if they have forgotten that they have a daughter. Not showing any of this on my face, I politely nod at the ladies and go upstairs.
Fuck!!! I'm gonna be living with Adam? Not to forget his brothers. Why God? I hope he won't be as cocky as he is.
I enter my room, only to fine my walk in closet sprawled out. What the heck?
"Whit! Have you ever stepped inside your closet????" Emerald demands.
I sheepishly grin, "I don't know anything since my mom keeps updating it every month." She gapes, "You have everything you need for a makeover, you idiot! Get your ass here this instant and help me sort this so called closet of yours."
Sighing, I trudge towards the closet knowing I can't get away unless and until I follow her. A pain is the ass she is, but my best friend. We spend the next two hours tidying it up.
"Finally finished!" We sigh and plop down on the bed. What a long day.
Just as I'm about to sleep, I hear Em whisper, "Whose are these?" She was holding a box of contacts. "It was his. But now I'm gonna keep it." I yawn.
"Goodnight babe" I manage to say but then I notice Em is already snoring.
There you have it guys, My best friend. Oh and queue the eye roll.
Next Day:-
"Wake up sleepyhead!" Em screams.
"What the actually fuck?" I groan, my eyes still closed.
"You never told me you were gonna stay with Adam?!" She screams even more. Is her voice sounding even more shriller or is it me? Nevertheless that makes me open my eyes. "Why are you asking me that?" I ask, confused.
She jumps on the bed and squeals, "He came to inform that his mom has invited you over for dinner. He also mentioned it would formal!! Yay!"
Now that makes me sit up properly. Dinner?? At Adam's place? I look at the clock. It read 2 pm. What???? Holy shit!
"I need to get my hair done! Fuck! Let's go! We don't have a single minute to spare!" I shriek as I dash towards the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later I'm running down the stairs with one sneaker tucked in my bag desperately trying to tie my hair in a bun. I should be given an award, for managing to have a shower in 10 minutes. A black skirt, a turtle neck, my sneakers took the rest 5 minutes. Now that's a world record for someone who takes at least 30 minutes. Excuse my humor, it's pretty shitty.
We both grab an apple each from the table and run towards my jeep. And that ladies and gentlemen, is how you save time.
20 minutes later and still in one piece after the way I drove, the dresser asks, "What do you want, Miss?"
"What do you think will suit me?" I nervously mutter out. What if he makes me look like an alien? Or worse, a squirrel? This was seriously a bad idea. I should probably run.
The dresser oblivious to my nervous state, smiles, "Miss, you'd look absolutely awesome in golden hair with some caramel highlights." Somehow, those words calm me down, enough for me to wink, "Do it then, make me gorgeous."
He smiles at me through the mirror and turns me around, away from the mirror.
Three hours later:-
"Miss, we are done." The dresser announces. The cloth from my eyes is removed. Oh god. Em comes towards me but stops, here eyes widening, "Holy shit babe, you're looking gorgeous!"
"Let me see it myself." I squeak, due to my freaking out.
When I see myself in the mirror, a strangled gasp leaves my mouth.
That's me?
My hair was no longer like a dead badger, but I had luscious golden-brown hair that framed my face in a elegant way. It was up to my waist, all in some fancy cut that made it look more thick, and beautiful. Even my skin was looking much more richer. My cheeks were hurting from how I was smiling. The change was not drastic but it did the trick of making me feel better of myself.
My hair looked beautiful.
I hug the dresser, "Thank you so so much!"
"I'm your age only. And you were beautiful, I just brought it out and made it shine." He winks at me. I blush at that, "I'm Whitney."
"About time you told me your name. I'm Sam." He winks.
"Guys, can you flirt later?? We're a little late." Em interrupts and pulls me out of the shop. Way to go Em.
"Pray to god you have a dress in the closet!" Em screeches.
"Yea yea." I roll my eyes.
The moment I parked my jeep, we both dashed upstairs to my closet. Em started throwing everything around. There goes all that we organized. "Find something instead of standing there!" She smacks my head. Ow.
But nevertheless her instructions penetrate my skull and I rummage about for the perfect dress. And deja vu! My eyes land on the exact one. Squealing, I call out to her," What about this?"
She looks at it and then at me. At the dress again and again at me! " This is it! Go change now!" Not wanting to waste anymore time I hurry up. When I look at myself in the mirror. I feel proud for owning such an elegant dress. It was black, till my thighs. The most cutest part about it was that it had an off shoulder neck with fill sleeves and minimum glitter. Exactly the not so perfect but perfect dress. A dress that defined me. Oh and it showed my curves pretty well. I come out and instantly there's a huge squeal.
"Girl! This looks extravagant on you! The boys are in for a treat! But hair and makeup is left so I suggest you get your ass right here" Em whirls the hair straightener at me. Not wanting to waste even a second I quickly cross the room and Em almost immediately starts curling my hair with the straightener. Wait what?
"Why the hell are you curling my hair with the straightener?? I ask, feeling confused.
"It's easier." She pouts.
Letting her do her own thing is better. So I keep shut. After what feels like an eternity, She finally sighs, "Done." I open my eyes the reflection is just so much more mature, pretty and just beautiful. The bells rings. I grab a pair of heels and dash down after hugging the death out of Emerald.
Just as I open the door, the pair of most swirling grey eyes greet me. They considerably widen at my appearance. I see that they belong to the most handsome looking guy ever. He was tall, more than 6ft and had a muscular built which was well visible in the crisp black suit he wore. His hair was insanely messy but looked just as elegant. In all, a hot ass guy stood at my doorstep.
" Wanna keep staring?" He openly asks, grinning.
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