His Love

Chapter 3- Red Dress

I suddenly realise I have no shoes to go out in.

Quickly snatching my phone from the table, I call Sophie.

"Hey bitch!" she yells into her phone.

"Soph, its not even 3 o'clock, are you drunk?" I ask, genuine concern fogging my mind.

"No of course not!" she slurs and I roll my eyes.

"Where are you?" 

"I don't know! Some club in the city! All my friends left!" she screams over the blaring music.

"Soph, turn on your location I'm calling you an uber."

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I get her to her flat by 4pm and I'm on my way back home with a pair of black heels.

Being in that group is like a full time job and it has me exhausted all the time.

Storming into my apartment, I rush into my room. I grab all the makeup I got out earlier.

Looking dead into the mirror, I start planning out the look I want and I decide on a basic neutral eye with some glitters and a winged black eyeliner.

The red dress slips on like a glove and this is the first time I've been confident in how I look.

Lace upon silk, the dress is cosy to my body, its touch both light and soothing, showing the best of me but still leaving enough to the imagination.

I realise my hair looks flat and I swiftly drag out the curling iron.

The time is now 6:21pm and the place is 30 minutes away by car, plus the time for the car to get here.

Cramming everything I need into my purse and snatching a black coat from the rack, I dash out the door.

As I exit the heat of the home, the cold sets in and slams into me instantly, the dress that hangs so limply on my body is now the only separation between my skin and the creeping night chill.

I sit on the icy wall outside my apartment, waiting for my ride to pull up.

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-Dominic-

First impressions.

First dates are all about first impressions.

Alaina is astonishing and I wasn't about to fuck this up.

Sitting at the booth by myself, my leg bounces rapidly as I keep glancing at my watch.

7:02

I have to learn to be more natural, less rehearsed. 

Even though, I don't know Alaina, I can tell she's not the type to be attracted the men flaunting their money.

My head shoots towards the door as I hear someone walk in and I feel myself grow nervous to see her.

I soon realise that it's some random old couple and I look at them. They look so happy.

Then I see her.

God, is she a sight.

You've seen those photographs where the background is blurred, where the only part in focus is the person whom is pictured. That was her. Every other detail is blurred as every part of me focused in every aspect of her.