Vanessa
"You must show me your dress, so I can do my job properly." Fabio requested as soon as we stepped in my room.
"It is in the closet," I said as I switched on the lights and pointed to my walk-in closet.
I removed my shoes and he walked into the closet, "Where is the dreeesss?" He sang.
"It's the one hanged beside the full length mirror," I replied.
My eyes shifted to the bed, I saw a box and carton of fruit juice. I walked up to the bed lifted the lid of the box and I saw the new pledgers shoes.
I smiled.
Trisha is true to her words.
"Is it this one?" I heard Fabio ask from the closet. I poked my head into the closet to see him holding a white bandage body fitted sleeveless sheath for a dress.
"Yes that's the one,"
"It's gorgeous," He veered down to see my shoes. "Baby, tell me the Platinum Guild Stilettos I am seeing right now are your shoes," He turned to the direction of my face.
"Yea, it is," I said with a little smile playing on my lips.
Time for squealing!
Put ear buds now!
He placed the dress back to its former position. "Oh Me Gosh!" He squealed and bounced up and down. I covered my ears with my hands.
Told you!
"Baby, you are going to take your bath this very minute, so I can touch those shoes," He walked up to me turned me around and literally pushed me out. "Out you go, shoo shoo. Head for the bathroom right now. I'm watching you,"
"But...Fine...but can I take just a tiny sip of the juice before I go," I pleaded eyeing the carton of juice on my bed.
"No. Bathroom Now."
"Noooo!" I stomped my foot on the ground, but when I saw his serious expression I stopped. "Okay. Bathroom here I come,"
"Yay! Good baby." He said and clapped. I rolled my eyes and lurched to the bathroom.
I walked out of the bathroom with my bathrobe on. I found Fabio lying on my bed, swinging his legs flipping through a copy of complex magazine.
"I'm here." I announced.
He quickly jumped off the bed, pulled a chair in front of the mirror signalling me to sit. I sat down and he got to work; first, starting with my face.
"Who brought in the shoes?" I asked minutes later.
"You mean the new pledger thigh-boots?" He applied some blush to my cheeks.
"Yes,"
"Me! Those shoes are totally cute, I need to get a pair. I brought them in though, I was there when it was delivered. I also asked your mom if you could wear it,"
"You did. What did she say?"
"She refused, now I understand why; she got better plans,"
After an hour of make-up and hairstyling with a chit-chat here and there, I was almost ready.
"Time for the dress." Fabio clapped again.
Fabio helped me slip into my dress and shoes and yes he kept on squealing while he wore them for me. I was done, beautiful and finally ready. We took lot of pictures, making funny faces, serious ones, puckering our lips, pecking each other, recording our happy dance and posting it on our various Instagram accounts and Fabio was active on social media as if.
A knock interrupted our giggling when we were watching a video we just made.
"Come in," I gestured.
Lily walked in, "Ma'am sent me to tell you it's time,"
"Okay time to go." I said picking up my purse from the dressing table.
🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅
"We are here." Tanya announced.
We were ushered out of the limo by the help of the bodyguards; as usual. Immediately, I set foot out of the limo, the flashing of cameras interrupted my vision and screams of people; mostly girls, drilled my ear holes.
Yeah I'm a celebrity.
I once featured in a hit movie with Dwayne Johnson when I was 15 after my incident. I'm currently a model to the vogue magazine, plus I also acted another action movie last year called: 'Letter Girl'
We were protected from the paparazzi and crazy fans by the red ropes which were at each side of the entrance, if not I knew we could be mauled by the crowd. I heard people calling my name, shouts could also be heard from photographs telling us to look their way, and I even signed a few autographs.
"Thank God, that is over." My mom sighed in relief when we finally entered the party, which had not yet begin since we were the hosts.
"Yeah." I agreed.
Ten minutes later, the guests trooped in with gifts, and of course we were there to welcome them. We went from one family to another, sharing handshakes, kisses and hugs with lots of 'you look great', 'good interior decorations', 'happy birthday', 'here's your gift', 'long time no sees'.
This was exactly the same thing that happened every year and we all know the party was an excuse to bring in foreign investors, sign deals, make partnerships, making good impression for the media, everything was about business and nothing else, but I still strolled around with a real smile dancing on my face 'cause I was always happy on my mom's birthday.
For a split second, my eyes focused on someone's back view when mom was having a conversation with Mr Amos and his wife. Although, I saw only the back of the person's head, I had a very strong feeling that I knew the individual.
Confirming my suspicions, he turned around and our eyes met. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to recall where I had seen him--those dark eyes- that face--I knew that face--he looked a lot like me? and I instantly froze when I recognised him.
He is my dad! He is my freaking dad!
Even though, I had only seen him on TV, I still recognised him to be my dad? I felt glued to the spot. I didn't think I could breathe, I felt numb with our eyes fixed. I unknowingly nudged my mom and she sighted them, but she does the most surprising thing, she smiled. She headed to his direction, I had no choice but to follow her lead.
She met up with my dad, she shook his hand and hugged him then turned to his wife and did the same hugging even to his daughter with a smile on her face.
Could somebody pinch me?
I feel like I am dreaming.
He extended his hands to my direction with a smile on his face. I stared at him as if he had grown twenty-five heads, trying to decipher the game they were playing but my mind was blank.
This was the first time I had ever seen my dad in flesh and blood, and he just extended his hand with a smile; which I wanted to wipe off so badly.
I looked from my his hand to his face studying it perfectly. He seemed well-off, and very attractive.
I am a chip of the old block.
I examined his wife and his cute daughter who appeared to be a year or two younger than I am. From my peripheral vision, my mom giving me an awkward smile ushering me to accept his handshake, instead I spun around and stormed off not even knowing how I felt.
I pounded to the direction of the bathroom, placed both hands on the sink and I studied myself in the mirror all I could see was pain. I felt my legs getting weak, my eyes turned watery and my vision blurred.
Don't cry Vanessa, don't cry.
But I'm tired of all this bullshit, all these stupid games and the perfect pictures that mommy always painted in public; I'm sick of it. I gripped the sink so hard, my knuckles turned extremely white and trying to get out all my frustrations, I screamed.
I am fucking tired of this shit!
How can she do that to me?
In a matter of seconds, I felt so angry and all I could see was red. I took out a napkin from my purse and I dabbed the corner of my eyes to stop the tears from falling. I sucked in all my tears, don't wanna ruin Fabio's work of art. I lumbered out with the anger boiling in my veins.
"Now, where is my bitchy mother and long lost father," I muttered to myself. "Let me show them how the game is played."