I decided that if I was going to attend this ball, I wouldn’t go looking like shit. So, I woke up and jumped on sage forcing her up. I dragged her to the boutique and we both stepped in whilst reminting on the day sage beat up this girl in year 7 and we both started guessing what she would be doing now.
I sighed when I saw sage skimming through the big poufy ball gowns.
“Sage I'm not going to be wearing any princess shit, I will want to find a dress fit for, a queen just like me.” I said I am no way convincing royal voice.
Me and sage started laughing “Come on Amaya you would look great in a pink tutu” she said barley breathing. “Fuck off.” I said to her wanting to wipe that grin off her face.
I saw one of the employes and asked her “Do you do any dark dresses, I'm not into this pink poufy shit.” She looked at me and raised an eyebrow as is she was disrespecting me.
“Well yeah we do, but those dresses are only for the people who can afford them, and they would actually look good on.” she laughed.
This bitch was about to have her skull opened. Sage overheard and looked at me Rasing an eyebrow. “I would like to think I am a VIP considering I am fucking funding for this place.”
Just as I was about to break this bitch's neck, the manger walked in with a bright smile on his face. “Oh, my Amaya, it's so good to see you, it's been awfully long.”
I didn’t reply to his greeting and glared at the women stood Infront of me. “Do we have a-” I cut him off.
“I want her fired.” I said and then made my way to the VIP section, this area was filled with beautiful dresses, all curve hugging. As I walked closer, I saw a dress, and intuitively knew it was the one.
It was black and dark sparkles trailing down it, and not one bit modest with a shameless slit going high up the thigh.
The way it would hug my curves, man this would be perfect. As if on cue, sage walked in and her eyes fell up on dress I held and she said,
“Amaya that’s the one, I don’t even have to see you in it to know that it is perfect.” I smiled admiring the beauty in my hands.
Maybe I'll be getting abit of attention, on the ball.
Well now I defiantly am excited, I can't wait.
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We Cannot Be
Romance*TRIGGER WARNING* •may have some mature scenes• ▪ ▪ "𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓽; 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓮." Amaya would describe herself as a heartless bitch, who couldn't care less about anyone around her. Not that she really had...
