Jessie opened the door and stepped out. She was delighted with what she saw. She glanced at Taylor, then back at the room. "This is amazing, Taylor. You are so fast." She moved towards the bed and sat on it. "Do you know, I never thought this room would ever look like this. Thanks for helping me clean up."
"It is my room, Jess. You of all people should know that I do not like it when my room looks like trash, but I understand what you are going through, so I will let you off the hook this time." She moved to her closet and opened it.
Jessie glanced at Taylor. "Are you sure you will see a dress for me? What I mean is you like black things and I like flashy things."
Taylor rolled her eyes. "Blah blah, I am aware you are high maintenance and it all began when you started going out with Marco Anderson." Taylor removed the dress that was still attached to the hanger. "I think this will fit." She showed it to Jessie.
"Sliver," Jessie pressed her lips together. "I like it already." She reached out to Taylor and received the dress.
Taylor grabbed a short black gown. She shut her closet and placed the dress on the bed. She glanced at her friend, who was rubbing lotion on her body. "What will you do about the pants? I don't think the one over there is clean, "she pointed at the pants resting on the table.
"Don't worry about that. I don't need to wear pants anyway. "
"All right, and luckily for you, we use the same shoe size, so take anyone you want from the rack."
"Thank you, babe," Jessie let out. She picked up her phone and checked the time. "When did you say the party was again?" Jessie asked.
"It starts at six-thirty. Why?"
Jessie showed Taylor her phone. "This is four-thirty."
"If we go by five, we should be there before or after eight. That is perfect." Taylor said as she went into the bathroom. They only have thirty minutes and a few seconds left to get ready.
Jessie unzipped the dress and tried it on. It was her perfect size. Ugh! She had forgotten what perfect felt like in the past week that went by. She was dirty and ate too much fat; something she couldn't do when she was still together with Marco.
Her eyes found the ring that was placed near the nightstand. She constantly stares at it at least three to four times before going to bed and wakes up to look at it again.
Taylor had instructed them to sell it the night Marco ended things with her, but she couldn't bring herself the courage to do so.
Jessie had stared at her phone over and over again and hoped he would call her or his name would pop up on her screen, but it never did. Not even once.
She highlighted her face and put her makeup on, but this time, not too much but normal. She used her red lipstick as usual and painted her lips. Jessie's eyes couldn't look away from the ring. It got to the extent that she had to stand up, stroll toward the ring, pick it up, and shove it into her purse so she wouldn't keep staring at it.
Maybe Taylor was right. If she sells the ring, she could use the money to do something better. The ring was already useless and she and Mark had ended things, so it was not like she was going to wear it again.
It was not like she was ever going to wear any again. Maybe in the future, but not today, not tomorrow, and not the day after tomorrow.
Taylor came out of the bathroom. She complimented Jessie when she saw how nice the dress looked on her. She took her dress from the bed, dried her body, and put on the black gown.
Jessie had picked up the five-inch heels, and since Taylor was working tonight, she picked up two inches. Jessie helped her with her makeup and hair, but the entire time, Taylor was worried about her friend.
Jessie's expression couldn't be hidden no matter how she hid it from her friend. Taylor could always read them. "Your life might change tomorrow after you attend this party. No one knows." Taylor broke their silence.
Jessie laughed. "When did you become a dreamer? I've always been a dreamer. "
"I am just saying. What if your life changes tomorrow when you attend this party? What would you do then?" Taylor implored.
"By changing. What do you mean? Oh, like getting more gigs that pay ten times what I usually earn? That would be sick!"
"Not that. Maybe that's it, but what if you meet a man and he turns out to be the one you spend the rest of your life with? He loved you for who you are and helped you achieve your dreams. He turns out to be rich and sees you as a treasure he can't seem to let go of. What would you do then? Will you hold onto him?"