Chapter 8
Two Days Later.....
Allison's POV
"Does this outfit make me look fat?"
I groaned and looked up from my laptop to see Camilla modeling yet another outfit in her full length mirror, "For the fifth time, no that does not make you look fat. Can I leave now?"
Camilla huffed and walked furiously back into her walk in closet. "First you show up late to help me get ready for my date tonight after you promised me you would. Then when you do show up you are grumpy and whiny!"
I sighed, immediately feeling guilty about how I had treated my best friend. Camilla had been so excited about this blind date and I just came in here with a bad attitude.
"I'm sorry, Cam!" I apologized, "I've just been under a lot of stress and confusion at work. It wasn't right to take out my feelings on you."
"You mean with James?" Camilla asked innocently, popping her head out behind the white closet door.
"What?"
"James is the one causing you all of that stress and confusion," She explained as if it was obvious.
"No he's not. I've just had a lot of work given to me by him. So in a way, yes it is him," I horribly lied, grabbing another file from my purse so I didn't have to meet Camilla's intimidating stare.
Camilla laughed," Oh please! Don't pretend I didn't see you with him at Luna's. He is the one causing you emotional stress and confusion." She went back into her closet with a smug smile, leaving me to my own thoughts.
James had been the one causing me all this emotional stress and confusion. One day he was the nicest man in the world and the next he was an angry jerk. For example, yesterday we went to lunch at this fancy italian restaurant and our cute waiter was flirting with me.
James was very rude and when we got the check, I saw that the waiter had wrote down his number along with call me. Next thing I know, I'm being taken out of the restaurant and being yelled at by James. I didn't understand what his motive was! To make me go crazy or to just make me want to quit!
"Okay, I think I may have found the perfect outfit!" I heard Camilla yell from her closet, interrupting my internal rant about James.
"Let's see!" Camilla came out of her closet with her heeled boots clicking against our dark hardwood floors. I smiled when I saw her choice of outfit because it looked like something I would wear.
Her outfit consisted of a pair of dark jeans and black bootie heels with a white top that had a deep slouch in the neck area, showing just the right amount of cleavage. Over the white top, Camilla chose to wear a gorgeous sand colored jacket that I had bought her for her birthday and to customize her clothing, she wore a gold watch along with some stud earrings.
"It's perfect! You look so beautiful! I wonder who gave you that jacket? I'm guessing it was someone with excellent taste." I joked, emphasizing this by brushing my strawberry blonde hair over my shoulder.
"Thank you! Now I need you to help me with my hair. I want you to curl it into natural waves." Camilla looked at her watch and she sighed. "I have less than an hour so do your magic!"
I nodded and stood up from her queen sized bed, following her over to her white vanity. I began curling Camilla's long dark brown hair as soon as she sat down in front of me.
A normal and comfortable silence occurred between us and I knew why. Camilla only became quiet when she was nervous or stressed while I was distracted by 'work.' I shook my head at my thoughts. This was Camilla's night and I needed to worry about her not me.
I released the last curl and set the wand down before hair spraying her hair in order for the curls to stay. I tossed it back one more time and smiled. "I'm done!" I announced proudly causing Camilla to squeal in happiness.
She hugged me in thanks and grabbed her purse on her purple love seat. "Camilla, remember to take your white rose so he knows who you are and I still think it's weird that you're meeting at the fountain in the park."
"I admit it's a little weird but Owen set it up and I couldn't say anything because it would be rude. But anyways, help me get my white rose out of my grandmother's vase," Camilla said to me, walking out of her bedroom with a smile.
I closed her bedroom door behind me and went into the kitchen to find Camilla taking a single white rose from the many roses in her clear vase. She had received a bouquet of white and red roses this morning from her mystery date with a card saying:
"Please take a white rose to our meeting by the fountain. I will have one as well so you will be able to recognize me."
Sincerely,
Mystery Date
I cut a small amount of the stem of the rose while Camilla finished applying her pink lipgloss. I handed her the flower when she was done.
"Good luck," I told her with an encouraging smile as we walked to the front door. Camilla only nodded nervously before exiting the apartment.
I heard the door click and made my way back into the kitchen for some well deserved ice cream. I opened the fridge, praying that Camilla hadn't eaten my mint chocolate chip ice cream, and it worked! My favorite ice cream in it's Ben and Jerry's container was still there. I grabbed a spoon and when I was about to dig in the doorbell rang.
"God Damn It!" I cursed, setting down my spoon on the black granite counter top of the kitchen island and walked to the door.
The doorbell rang again and I let out a breath of frustration, "I'm coming! Jesus Christ! Calm down!"
I opened the front door and my eyes widened in shock at who was standing there in an Armani suit and tie, holding a black briefcase in his right hand. That's right my stress producing boss, James De Luca.
"Are you going to let me in? We have a lot of work to do!" He stated harshly while his eyes ran down my body.
I cleared my throat and James' blue eyes met mine. "Yes, please come in," I welcomed him, opening the door more and extending my arm out.
James nodded and walked briskly into my apartment. I closed the door behind him and moved my sweater so it wouldn't get caught in the door. Then I noticed what I was wearing and why he was staring.
I face palmed and attempted to cover myself with my brown cardigan by wrapping it around my body tightly. I was currently wearing a very see through white tank top, yellow spongebob pants, a brown cardigan and my white bunny slippers.
I walked over to James who stood in my living room, reading something from an opened blue file. "What work are you talking about? We completed everything at the office,"
I questioned him, bewildered.
"A client needs an important form mailed to him along with a written up contract by morning in order for him to make his decision on investing in us." James explained, beginning to pace back and forth.
I stayed in place for a moment, thinking and allowing there to be a period silence between us.
"It's in your contract to work at any time or anyplace whenever I tell you. I am telling you now that I need your assistance to complete this," He demanded.
Without hesitation I instantly replied by taking a seat on my large brown couch and placing a pillow in my lap, "Let's get to work then!" James smiled and nodded his head, pulling out his laptop.
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MEANWHILE...... AT A PARK NEAR BY....
Third Person's POV
Camilla waited patiently in the center of the park, playing with the soft white petals of the perfect rose she held in her small hands. Camilla couldn't remember another time that she was so nervous in her life.
She looked up at the stars and wondered how her date would look like or how he would act since Owen was the one to set her up after all. But tonight, something inside of her told her to trust Owen this time. She didn't know if it was her heart or her mind speaking to her.
Camilla continued to play with her white flower while listening to the soothing sounds of the large water fountain in front of her. She focused on distracting and calming herself down by watching the water move down the fountain until she heard someone call her name.
"Camilla!" A familiar voice yelled out, causing her to jump in fright. She smiled to herself excitedly and turned around ready to greet her blind date but instead was met with a very familiar pair of green eyes. Was he her date?
Her eyes traveled down his muscular physique to see an identically perfect white rose in his big, rough hand. She gasped and quickly connected her brown eyes to his, for the second time. Camilla stood there, confused and shocked.
"Daniel?" All was heard was the water trickling down the fountain bowls and Camilla's single white delicate rose falling to the cold hard ground of the stone park.
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Oh Damn! Her blind date is Daniel! Do you think this is a set up? Please comment, Vote, and follow!
Thank you all for reading chapter 8! I'm really hoping to keep writing and I'm sorry for the late update. I've just been having the busiest days and can't find the time to write. So I really appreciate all the comments and votes.