Keeping Faye ||UNDER MAJOR EDITING||

CHAPTER 19

||Mallard Duck?!||

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'Cause when you love someone,
You open up your heart,
When you love someone,
You make room,
If you love someone,
And you're not afraid to lose 'em,'
~Love Someone by
Lucas Graham
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Faye

I stood in front my vanity mirror  wiping some lipstick on my lips side—I chose dark red but I thought its kinda lame? I huffed then picked another color to match my dress and looked. After contemplating, I picked a peach shade and applied it with deft, removing little smudges, I beamed at my own reflection in the mirror.

That it!

I stood then inspected my attire on the full body length mirror; its a light pink short dress that reaches my middle thighs in big ruffles, backless and sleeveless in string straps.

My usual curly raven hair was put to shame since I decided to straightened it out for fresh look. It cascaded down pass my shoulders in slick curtains.

Touching a few strands, I gathered my thoughts when I remembered my Ma's words. As little girl I always envied my friends having a pin straight hair. Those beautiful blonds and chestnut hair I saw --I wished my hair was one of those too--those hair colors associated in beautiful things such as sunshine, crunchy nuts and strawberry. While every time I brushed mine, all I saw was a burn wood.

But my Ma said,

'Ink hair is a combination of all colors which means, you have every color of hair! Do you know that curly hair is the natural and dominant hair? Straight hair is a recessive one! Which mean, abnormal!' She whispered to me like its our little secrets.

My young self then would giggled and we'd high five in the air. Its quite scientific in a way but I understood the simple idea in it. I would beamed and took pride in that thought. So, right then I cherished my curly ink hair. I'm unique.

Until now...

I straightened my hair for a date. What would Ma say to me if she learn it? Probably a lecture me about women's natural beauty and how to carry it.

But like any woman, my goal is to look great and impress my date. I wanted to make myself comfortable and beautiful in front of him, is that a sin?

Wearing my five inches heels, I twirled around for last glance then took my purse, locked my room behind me.

While descending the staircase holding the banister in careful step, a soft knock sounded.

Oh shoot he's here!

Sprinting down, I took a few breathing exercise. Hell, I'm nervous!

I scanned down my body.

Did I dress too much? But he said you can wear anything...

I'm overreacting alright! Even if I wanted to change my dress and ruffled my hair to look natural, its too late!

Battling the urge to kick myself then postpone our date for few hours, with tentative steps to the door, I prayed I wouldn't embarrass myself once more in front of him.

Another knocks tapped, my cold fingers opened the double doors as he raised his arms to knock again, I gave him a jittery smile.

I smiled even more when his signature perfume assaulted my senses. Its a combination of a woodsy tease and vanilla base fragrance--enough scent to make any woman go wild.