We have all read stories about a girl falling for a bad boy.
We have all also read stories about a girl falling for her childhood best friend.
Well, what if she had to choose between the two?
Welcome to the rollercoaster life of Adrianna Brooks!
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Mature content ahead in this chapter! Fair warning. You would probably know when it starts, so you can skip a few paragraphs.
Also, not proof-read so there will probably be many mistakes.
Picture of Adrianna's dress in the media! :)
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I have absolutely no idea what bullshit Evan fed to Chris, but my boyfriend never once mentioned what happened two days back during the lunch to me. Whatever Evan told him must have been really convincing for Chris to back off like this from the entire situation.
Today's the evening party at Chris's house organised by his father. If I say that I'm not nervous, that would obviously be a lie because I am freaking out inside about meeting the man who Chris admires so much. Of course, I want him to like me and though parents usually do like me, I still feel anxious.
Breanna managed to empty out my entire wardrobe to find me the perfect outfit and I wasn't surprised when she picked out a dress for me. Sometimes I really question why I don't wear them when I have my closet filled with a few of these.
"Not a dress, please!" I groan, and she shoots me a sharp look.
She keeps her hands on my shoulders, looking directly into my eyes, "Adrianna, it's a party for your boyfriend's father's birthday who is a great deal in the corporate world. I'm pretty sure since he invited his colleagues no one would show up in jeans. So, you really don't have a choice."
"FML." I yell loudly and she cracks a smile before showing me the dress.
"Well, chop chop. Take a shower and then I'm doing your make up."
I glare at her, "No make up! I draw the line there. And my hair remain up."
She shakes her head disapprovingly, "Lipstick, eye liner and hair down." She offers me her hand and I hesitate but shake it nonetheless because I know I can convince her later to settle for gloss instead of lipstick.
I take a quick shower and come back into my bedroom to dry my hair properly before Breanna forces me to sit down in front of the mirror and insists on applying my liner. I let her as she instructs me to keep my eyes close.
"Let it dry, I'll start with your hair." She says, making me frown.
"Huh? Don't do shit to my hair!" I yell.
"Don't frown, it will ruin the liner." She scolds before I feel her touching my hair.
After she tells me I can open my eyes, I do so and look at my reflection. She thickened my liner by a lot more than I usually apply, taking it upon herself to perfect the wings by the sides. Two layers of hair are braided on each side, going back and she has pinned them at the back. It looks simple enough so I shrug at her.
