{ T H I R T Y } : B L A C K I S B A E.
Standing before the full length mirror in her navy blue interior and gray walls bedroom, Jazz wiggled in her silk navy blue dress toying with a note.
The curtains in her room were navy blue with a silver trim and her beddings which was occupied seventy percent by soft fur pillows and plushies were a professional mix of navy blue and gray.
Better luck next time, Jackie.
"No shit, Purple." Jazz muttered, irritated as she tucked the note away under her white desk lamp immediately she heard Eunice's voice.
It was back to polite society and it's absurd demands for her and Jian Shepherd, although the latter seemed more excited than she.
Eunice eased herself into her daughter's room looking elegant in a shimmering black evening dress that stopped short of touching the ground by an inch revealing gold jeweled pumps. Her sandy blonde locks had been sleeked into a ponytail with curled bangs dangling over her eyes and as expected the vibrant seductive red lipstick.
Eunice stared at her teenage rebel for a daughter in question, "What happened to your black dress?"
"Wasn't feeling it." Jazz retorted, locking eyes with her mom in the mirror, "I hate country club and this party reminds me of it. I feel stupid even in this dress and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to survive an entire night of fake smiles and forced conver–"
"–Jackie!" Her mom scolded holding up her hand, "You're going to put on your pretty face if you want to live."
Jazz relented, heaving a sigh.
"And I think the navy blue dress is more gorgeous." Eunice added, rubbing Jazz's bare shoulders affectionately.
Messy bun, nude make up, her glasses, glossy lips, silver jewelries, silver pencil high heels and her perfect dress, Jazz was ready to brave the night.
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Waiters in the conventional black and white circled the grand hall carrying gold trays with champagne glasses, Jazz helped herself to one.
Perched on the golden railing for support from her aching toes, she stared down at the occasion and the shiny golden tiles.
The black and gold decorations in the hall only screamed how extravagant her parents were and it was clear the event planner had a flair for flamboyance. The hall buzzed with happy chatter and elegant looking men in three piece suits and women in dinner dresses seated at their designated tables in all kinds and shades of the theme colors: black and gold.
She longed to go to the buffet area though.
"Only Jacqueline Brown would be bold enough to go against dress protocols."
Jazz smiled and turned to a breathtaking familiar face, "Mister Shepherd, always a pleasure."
Standing bronzed under the gold chandelier lights in all black, gold Italian shoes and all gold accessories, Jian Shepherd looked made in Hollywood. He sure would fit into the premiere parties and red carpet scenes with so much ease.
Jian scoffed, "Oh please, I've had enough and the night's barely even started."
Jazz laughed heartily, finally someone who actually understood her pain and it made her look at him a new light as he mimicked her action.
She noticed the blister that ran across his left eye brow, a scar the length of a toddler's pinky.
Weird that she hadn't noticed it before.
