To Want You

18

The long awaited grand party of the century has finally arrived. Actually, the party's thrown two hours before midnight- the actual date and time of his birth. The plan is to do a countdown before greeting him a happy birthday. So before that happens, it's just a casual get together with distance relatives and friends. Here's the thing though. Since I've been working myself off being Mrs Parker's errand girl all week, I barely had time to take a proper rest. I arrived home around three in the morning yesterday after making sure the venue's a living reality in Mrs Parker's steed. I was tired, out of it and kept yawning the whole observation. To make the long story short, let's just say the whole event kinda slipped pass me. Not even the elegant black dress hanging over my closet, personally picked by Mrs Parker, reminded me of what today was. I ended up sleeping throughout the whole afternoon only to be awoken by vigorous footsteps climbing up my stair case. It's a rumbling noise that causes me to wince and turn my face towards the opposite direction, away from the entrance of my door. I think I hear someone calling my name, echoing in reverb like something you hear in a cave. It's probably nothing. I should go back to sleep.

"Elka freaking Miller!"

Bam!

I think that's the sound of my door hitting the wall with exceeding strength.

"The party starts in two hours and you're still in bed. Oh my God. If I didn't come to check up on you- Aunt's gonna kill me for sure. Get up. Hey sleeping beauty. Elka, get up!"

My body curles on it's own when my blanket's torn from me. Huffing and grits fills the air followed by a hurricane of tossling commotion around my room. The scrunching sound of plastic bags makes my eyes wince from the annoying vibration it gives. Then something soft lands on my face, placing me into a temporary peacefull bliss. It smells like my fabric softener. The calming scent of peaches.

"I guess I can squeeze in the make up to thirty minutes. Hair, twenty tops? We'll be done in an hour if I can get her out of bed first. What did I do in my past life to deserve this. "Murmers the odd, distance yet familiar voice. I've registered the fact that, that voice belongs to non other than Loona.

"I swear I'll break your precious albums if you don't get up this instant."

"I'm up."

What can a girl do to get some proper sleep around here. I've barely passed the waking up process when I'm suddenly pushed into the bathroom.

"I'm giving you twenty minutes! Take longer and I'll bath you myself!"

Sheesh. Guess who woke up in the wrong side of the bed today. What's she getting all cranky for? As I stare at my reflection after twisting the shower knob on, that's when I began to realize what day it is. The water clears away the fogginess from my mind, leaving a clear image of the events that had taken a couple of days ago.

And I curse myself in different languages. Like a bomb, I've exploded. Abel's party. How on earth did I forget?

Eyes wide with realization, I reach for the soap and simultaneously load my hair with shampoo. I'm squeezing the bottle like it's a stress ball. I can't believe I slept in. Of all days. It just had to be today.

What time is it?

I've no clue.

The party starts at around ten but Mrs Parker expects us to arrive an hour before the guest does.

Did I really sleep through the day?

Then again, it's not something unusual. I remember sleeping for a whole day once when in fifth grade. I woke up feeling refreshed so I didn't regret it.

But this case is different. With haste, I wrap a towel above my head and another over my figure. Loona's already organizing the rest of her make up kit on my vanity when she sees me finally step out. No verbal communication is needed for the next process. I hit the chair while she reaches for the brush to on my make up.

Loona's dressed In a satisfying violet, a detailed sweetheart glittered with diamond like sequence for the top. It hugs her waist like a charm and then slowly flows down like a blossoming flower to end just above her knees. She's matched the outfit with a set of dark heels, which she's set aside for the time being. Her makeup's on point, smoky yet elegant, showcasing her skills of art. She's a painter, so it makes sense that her strokes are nothing but perfect.

Time's ticking like a time bomb. I notice how dark it is outside.

Crap. I didn't have breakfast or lunch today. I'll let that thought slide for the mean time. After a bunch of hastle, she's finally helping me with my dress.

"I like the details with this one." She complements, fluffing the bottom part of my dress. "Auntie surely has an eye for fashion."

"How much time do we have?"

"Probably an hour. We finished twenty minutes early than expected."

Unlike Loona, the base of my dress' at least four inches above my knees. An added extension of silk connects around my belt area that can glide across the ground from behind. It's optional to remove it or not. I look like a villainess in this dress but I'm not complaining. Loona tosses me a jewelry box as she slips into her heels.

Diamond earrings and a matching necklace to go along with it. The lace of the necklace's barely visible, delicate and thin. The only prominent thing would probably be the diamond pendant. It's beautiful.

"It's a gift and yes they're real and expensive. Wear them. Don't forget your clutch. Our ride's already here. We better get going if we don't want to end up on Auntie's bad side."