𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟮𝟭𝘀𝘁 (𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹)
11:28 AM
Well, brunch isn't going as bad as I thought it would.
I still can't believe how stupid I was. Not only did I mistake Talia's brother as her boyfriend, but I also told her I thought he was hot.
To think that that was her brother is astonishingly crazy to me. The rings, the dark slicked up hair, and the insane mustang. I wonder what he went to college for.
They way he looked was incredible. I've never seen someone pull off a look so well.
Did he recognize me?
There's no way. He would have to remember me from that wedding back when I was a sophomore in high school, and I sure hope he doesn't remember that.
"Helloooo, earth to Scarlett?" Talia interrupted, along with her beaming smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry... it's been a weird day." I said, diving my fork back into my omelet.
She nods as she sips her mimosa.
"Not too long and you'll be drinking one of these as well..." she grinned, tapping her mimosa to my water glass.
I turn 21 on August 29th.
I will say I'm not that excited for it. The thought of getting older scares me honestly. I feel like I haven't lived my life to the fullest yet.
"Don't get too excited Talia. It will probably just be me and you celebrating," I assured.
I was still debating on whether to go back to college for my 21st. I would have such a bigger group to go out with, and nothing compares to New York City's night clubs.
I know my friend Bella would plan a huge night for me, along with my other roommate Jenny. They have rich boyfriends, and they always take us to the best clubs.
"And what is there to celebrate after 21? Sweet 30?" I stated.
She chuckled at my statement, setting her mimosa down. She almost took a bite of her pancakes, but immediately put it down.
It got silent.
"So... Harry finally came home?" I asked, nervously grabbing my glass of water for a sip.
She looks up and grins. "Yeah, it's nice to finally have him home..." she pauses.
Talia picks up her mimosa and takes a sip. I set down my water glass and fork another bite of my omelet.
"You wanna know something?" she asked.
Harry is hot now?
I nodded.
"He's still the same goofy Harry," she exclaimed, "but, he's different. I mean if you told me 5 years ago Harry was wearing rings, I would have laughed my ass off."
I laughed, almost choking on my bite of food.
"I mean, I didn't even recognize him Talia." I asserted.
She nodded. "Oh I know." she stated.
More silence.
God I could die from awkwardness. Please change the subject so I don't have to.
"I totally forgot to ask you!!!" Talia cheered.
Thank god.
"Mom's birthday is Saturday and I'm throwing her a party!" She grinned, "Please come. Harry said he's bringing some friends with him... I thought we could meet them." She winks.
I giggle at her remark, nodding.
Right. Harry's friends. I mean his friends should be as attractive as him... right?
"Eeeeek I'm so excited! First family outing where we can drink as much as we wish..." Talia giggles, referring to the wedding sophomore year. She raises her mimosa. "7 o'clock."
"I'll be there." I say, grabbing my glass to clink against hers.
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7:01 PM
I ended the facetime with Talia, setting my phone on the bed. I called her in panic, not knowing what to wear. She said something nice, so I immediately think of my staple red dress.
It's cherry red material covered in red mesh. It's off the shoulder, along with mesh long sleeves. I will say it's a shorter dress, but I don't feel like a hooker so I think it's fine.
It's the only dress I feel most confident in. It hugs my curves, and goes the best with my nude block heels.
I lay it on the bed and head to the bathroom to turn on my curling iron.
Once I'm happy with my loose curls, I wonder what I'm gonna do with makeup.
Don't look like a try-hard Scarlett.
I decide to bronze my cheeks, and do a simple gold glitter eye. I coat my lashes with multiple coats of mascara, and apply a nude gloss.
With my outfit on, I look in the mirror. I won't lie I'm happy with my work. Took me about 3 hours, but I need to look good if Harry is bringing friends.
I grab my phone off my bed and check the time.
7:02
Anxiety floods my chest. Fashionably late?
I immediately start walking downstairs to head to Talia's. Almost falling down at the last step, I grip the railing just in time.
"Scarlett sweetie!" startled my mom, setting her purse down on the kitchen counter. "Are you sure you can walk in those heels?" she questioned.
She was in her scrubs, keys in hand. Her hair looked fresh, like she had just put it up.
I nod. "Night shift again?" I asked.
"You know the drill." she groaned. She grabs her purse and heads towards the door. Right as she open the door she looks back.
She commented, "You look beautiful."
"Thank you mom." I grinned.
She closed the door, and I headed towards the cooler for a bottle of wine to bring.
Wine in hand, I close my front door and start walking. Maybe mom was right. I haven't worn these heels in forever.
If I fall...
Scarlett think positive. Sidewalk isn't the best terrain for heels. After a couple shots you'll be fine.
I look towards the street in front of Talia's house ahead.
Man did she invite a lot of people. Did Talia invite her mom's entire real estate company?
There's so many cars parked on the street, the driveway being too small when a parking garage was needed. I'm lucky I can walk from 3 houses away, because I wouldn't be able to find parking on the street.
My eyesight focuses, and I see Harry's mustang in the driveway. Once I pass the fence, I see the back of Harry's figure, leaning on the hood of his car smoking a cigarette.
He was wearing a black casual suit. And damn, did he pull it off.
My anxiety heightens. Taking a deep breath, I steady my walk. I emphasize the click of my heels on the pavement.
Harry reacts to the sound, turning his head my direction. He stands up straight from leaning on his car, and turns his body to face where i'm walking up.
We make eye contact, and I give a soft smile.
Please don't remember me.
He gives a grin back, emphasizing a dimple I didn't know he had.
We break eye contact, and he turns to lean back on his car again. I walk up the driveway, trying so hard not to fall.
Right as I'm about to pass him, he clears his throat.
"You don't normally walk in heels do you?" he chuckles.
Damn it.
I stop in front of his mustang, about a couple feet away from him. I grin and turn my head to face him. He puts the cigarette to his lips and pulls. I feel my cheeks start to redden. I chuckle back to hide my embarrassment.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
He blows out the smoke in front of him. "Hey, If I was a chick I'd be falling everywhere," he said, "so you're doing amazing."
I smile turning my body towards the front door. As I start walking I reply, "Thank you." I then turn my head to the door, and walk towards front steps.
He didn't recognize me.
"Could I get your name?" Harry asks from behind me, "So I can find you inside?"
I had made my way up to the front door, and I had my hand on the door handle. I turn my head towards him. I grin.
"Scarlett." I say.
He furrows his eyebrows, looking confused as ever.
I turn the handle to open the front door before saying,
"It's nice to see you again Harry."
I then turn to open the door and walk into the party.
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