Finding You

Chapter 9

                     The look on our faces could have been a Kodak moment. Flora could be frightening when she wants to be. Jess and I were sitting crossed leg on the floor of their room. The walls were of a lovely brown and cream color contrast. It reflected calm and soothing vibes, unlike Jess's fiery temper. "Are you sure we don't have to call Seth to calm her down?" I whispered to her.

"He'll probably just laugh at our face," Jess whispered back. We were considering when to make a run for the door. It felt like a life and death situation. Our certain red headed friend had her head stuck in her closet – literally – and was throwing all her clothes out.

"How can we escape this?" I asked exasperatedly as a floral jacket landed on my head. "Watch out, Flora."

"Shut up, November. I'm trying to find–ooh, got it!" She pulled her head out along with a dark purple dress. She examined it for a moment before throwing it as Jess. "Hey, scowl-face, change into that and come back here, this instant," she ordered in a serious tone.

I stifled a laugh as Jess scowled fiercely at her, "Scowl-face?"

Jess short me a death glare, "Don't be too happy. You are next." With that she got up and went to the bathroom to change.

You might be thinking how Jess agreed to wear a dress. Well, it was threat from, like, everyone that they would lock her up in the penthouse and cut the power from the main circuit outside. And I didn't have to wonder long to find out that the idea was Nash's. Twisted people with twisted ideas. For me, I was always comfortable in my jeans or shorts, but when it came to wearing dresses, I didn't want to end up in a deserted penthouse. I agreed without much protest.

After Flora saw that it was a win-win situation, she dragged us to her room and – as I previously described – stuck her head into her closet and begun searching for suitable dresses for us. Unfortunately, we were of almost similar sizes. So, when a piece of clothing landed on my lap, I sighed and got up without any arguments before walking to my room to change.

My hair was in a bun and I had my glasses on, giving me a reason not to look in the mirror until I was decent enough. After I got into the dress, I walked back to Flora's room. The outfit was shorter than I had ever worn, reaching up to my mid-thigh. At least she knew my color preference.

As I walked inside the room, Jess was sitting on her bed as Flora held a pair of heels in front of her face. From the look at her face, I guessed she wasn't the biggest fan of high heels. "But you wore heels at prom!" Flora whined.

Jess scowled, "But they weren't this high."

My entrance made them look at me. Flora nodded in approval, "I knew white was your color." I gave her a dubious look. I rarely wore white. She beckoned me to sit next to Jess as she went off to find torture machines for us. Jess gave me a distressed smile as we made eye contact. I took my assigned seat beside her. "You look good in that dress," She complimented.

"Wait till you see her after the makeover," Flora said, coming back with a pair of white strappy sandals. They were incredibly high and I thanked God that I knew how to walk in one. Another pair of purple sandals was dropped on Jess's feet making her cringe. I patted her shoulder and looked at her with mock sympathy.

My redheaded friend suddenly grabbed my glasses, throwing them back at the bed. "I'm going to make you guys look so hot, everyone will drop dead." And that was the start of a series of pulling, plucking and rubbing of various unnamed substances on me.

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It took two freaking hours before Jess finally broke down and yelled at Flora to stop. My face felt slightly numb from being applied variety of make-up. And as I stood in front of the mirror, I could hardly believe the work done on me.