The following day, I decided to skip school because I was extremely exhausted from the previous night.
I stroll to Ruth's space to find her bed unfilled.
I assume she has already stood up. I begin to descend the stairs and enter the kitchen. I can see Ruth preparing breakfast.
"Mmm, I say,that smells good."
She quickly smiled at me as she turned around.
"Morning sleepy head, eleven at night.
"It's morning, dumbass,"I inquire," "Is the food ready?"
I am presented with an egg and bacon-filled plate by her.
Ready to eat, I glanced at the plate. I sat down quickly in the kitchen and started eating right away.
I finish the food before Ruth went along with me.
Since we aren't going to school, we decided to go to the mall after Ruth finished her meal. Everyone will benefit from a little shopping. Except for my credit card, that is.
We put on something else, did our hair and cosmetics, then, at that point, left.
"So where would you like to start?"Ruth contacted me.
I ramble on, "Well, I have a business dinner, or whatever it is called, to go to with my parents. They are so boring."
Ugh. This is more than just a meal. It's where the rich go to show off their clothes, jewelry, and possessions.
Ruth acknowledges this with a head nod.
"So it's also kind of like a formal party.
"I'm going because of the food."I explain.
"Okay then, let's stop at Le statue.she yelled"
I couldn't decide which beautiful item to purchase because there were so many.
Ruth then yelled from the back of the store.
"Hey Al, look at this one, "The mannequin's black dress was the object of her pointing.
I say, admiring the dress, "That's beautiful."
She prodded, "You should try it on."
I respond, "No, I shouldn't, and I wouldn't even be half as good as it does on the mannequin."
She encouraged me, "Girl, you can pull off a trash bag, for crying out loud."
Wearing a black dress, I entered the fitting room. There wasn't a mirror in the room when I pulled back the curtain.
That's great, now I'm not sure how I would present myself when I leave the room.
I removed my clothes and changed into the right suit. I zipped the zipper on the left half of the dress and streamlined the base; before having gang the room was shorter than I had anticipated, but oh well, I suppose.
Ruth yelled from the outside, "Come out already, I want to see you."
Finally, I opened the curtains and left.
Ruth yelled, "Damn Al, you look hot."
To verify for myself, I approach the store's enormous mirror.
The dress was black, short, and tight, and only had one sleeve.
This dress makes me look pretty. Rather than just wearing regular skinny jeans every day, it makes me appear curvier. It covers some of my belly fat because it is black, but I still need to wear a corset underneath.
I detest corsets, God. Why can't I just have the good fortune of having a toned stomach without having to work out?
"Do you think it looks good, or are you just saying that?"i ask Ruth.
"You look stunning in that dress. You'll notice that it's more of a sexy dress than anything else. Al "I probably would smack you if I were a boy," she somewhat complimented.
dry sarcasm dripping from my voice, "I'm flattered."I said.
At the end of the day, I bought the dress.
Three days later, the dinner party night arrived. Because I was too lazy to do my hair and makeup, Ruth came over and did it for me; also she advertised.
"It's done."She turned my chair so that I could look in the mirror. Ruth did a decent job. She contoured my face and applied winged eyeliner and a nice nude color of eyeshadow. She likewise put my hair in free twists, going down my back.
"Ruth, have I ever mentioned to you that you ought to be a makeup artist?" I asked. With a smile.
"Honey, we're gonna be late." mother screams."Coming," I respond.
"Thanks, I try," she said.
I quickly head downstairs with Ruth to retrieve my purse and heels from my closet.
"Sweetie, you look nice."Mom remarks.
I smiled back, "So does you mom."
"Ahem."
"Yes, dad, you look good as well."
He smiles as he adjusts his tie. "Of course I do."After Ruth bids goodbye to my family, I head out.
.
Shortly thereafter, we follow her as we lock the house and get in the car to go to the dinner party.