Mama's Boy

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"Look at you! Oh my gosh, you look amazing!"

Cheesing,  Aiden circled around Malia, who posed and smirked as she modeled her two-piece dress. Malia couldn't have been more appreciative of Aiden than she was at the moment.  She had been so stressed the day before about finding the right dress; she honestly thought she would never find anything to wear. Aiden had might as well had been Wonder Woman at the moment, because she was indeed Malia's hero.

"And what about you, Blondie? You look increiblé!" Malia admitted, eyeing Aiden's sleek, black dress. "I'm liking this whole photo-shoot at three, funeral at five look you've got going on."

Aiden playfully rolled her eyes and swatted Malia's arm with her clutch. "The only funeral I'll be going to is my sisters'."

"Oh Dios mio, what'd they do now?"

Aiden sighed. "I don't really want to talk about it, if you don't mind."

Malia raised her hands in surrender. "Aww, why not? You know you can talk to me about anything?"

"I just...no."

Silently, the girls observed the scene around them. People were showing up to the gallery before the showcase was due to began. The artists, per Jackson's request, were asked to arrive an hour before; the guest were showing up thirty minutes after the artists. Aiden looked across the room to Hailee, who stood looking pretty and cozy in a long, casual maxi dress. It was white with a split down the middle and looked as though it had never been introduced to an iron. What upset Aiden was that Hailee looked like she had came from lounging in her living room, yet she managed to look so elegant. Her face was in its natural state, with the exception of eyeliner and a few coats of mascara. Her natural red hair was pinned back, drawing attention to the array of freckles that shamelessly decorated her face. Under her dress, she wore tan, knee-high sandals, and a gold and silver layered necklace hung around her slim neck, the lowest one stopping in the valley of her breast. 

Aiden peeked down at her own outfit: a body-hugging, black dress; lace-up, heeled sandals; a dainty silver choker; and the Michael Kors clutch purse she'd stolen from Jenna some months ago. Aiden knew she looked good, but she couldn't help but to feel basic and boring compared to Hailee. And if there was anything that Aiden couldn't stand, it was being second-best.

"Malia, do you see that?" Hoping to receive some sort of ego-boosting comfort from her newly acquired friend, Aiden turned to Malia only to find her eyes set on something else. 

Or rather, someone else. Aiden smirked, forgetting all about Hailee.

"Like what you see?" Aiden jested. Malia turned her head in the blonde's direction and snarled.

"What I see is the embodiment of ignorance. So, no."  Aiden reared back with a smile still on her face.

"Oooh, a hook-up gone wrong, huh? He's got your panties in a tight wad."

"Nah, just some puta I ran into at a park."

"Hmph. He left quite an impression."

Aiden took a closer look at the man that had Malia's feathers all ruffled. Her head tilted to the side as she noticed something familiar about the person of interest. He was dressed in a somewhat casual attire: an olive green, button-up, collar shirt; slim fitting, light blue jeans and an impressive pair of black loafers. A wide brim hat sat atop his head, and Aiden could see light reflecting off of what seemed to be a chain. However, his hat was pulled so low, Aiden could only make out a strong jawline and a triangle chin. So, how did Malia recognize him?