To Call My Own

Chapter Twenty One

"Just a little more over hear." Mom said, concentrating on applying the perfect face of makeup to mine. I sighed, we had been at this for half and hour, I was ready to get up and stretch. "And done!" She exclaimed, setting down the mascara wand she was holding.

I picked up the handheld mirror at my desk and gazed at my reflection. I almost didn't think it was me. I looked so elegant and classy yet youthful. My hair was curled and half was pulled back and pinned with a sparkly diamond clip. A few stands were curled and let loose to frame my face.

"I'm afraid you're no longer my little girl. You're all grown up Mila Oakley." Mom beamed, a tear threatened to escape her right eye.

"Of course I am." I replied, standing up to embrace her. She pulled back and wiped the teae that trickled down her face.

"Well my dear, you have a formal to get to, so you best on get ready." She finally said with a smile. She left the room for me to finish getting ready.

I pulled on my dress, paired with the pretty white heeled shoes I found in my closet. I added my pear necklace. After, I took a step back and gazed at my reflection in the mirror one lat time. I was ready.

"Mila, West is here!" Bea called from downstairs, opening the door. I took one last deep breath and grabbed my white clutch.

Carefully, I made my way down the stairs, trying not to trip on my utterly amazing dress. This entire evening felt like a fairytale, I felt like I was living in my imagination.

I emerged into the living room to be greeted by mom, Bea and West all staring at me. Although, the only person my mind was concentrated on was West. He looked extremely handsom with his hair done and a black suit that fit perfectly. His brown eyes looked at me in admiration, brining a wam feeling to fall over me.

"You look absolutely beautiful." He gushed, walking over to me and kissing my hand.

"Well kids, I have to get my picture." Mom stated proudly.

West took my hand and we posed by the steps. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I rested a hand on his chest. After a few clicks he leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek, his actions took me by suprise, and before I kmew it, mom had snapped a picture.

"Have her home by twelve." Bea instructed West. He nodded with a smile.

"Yes ma'ma." He chuckled. He then took my hand and we headed for the door.

Like he always had done, he reached to open my door for me and helped me to make sure my dress was completely in the car. I had such a wids smile on my face, I was sure that my jaw would be sore by the end of the night.

"This is for you." He said, reaching into his glove box and pulling out a white corsage for my wrist.

"Thank you, West." I gasped smiling, leaning over the centre consol to give him a hug. "You have no idea how excited I am for this." I added as he backed out of our driveway. He grinned.

"Me too, truthfully this is my first school dance with a date." He replied a little sheepishly. "And I can't dance." He laughed, shaking his head.

"No worries there, I'm a mess on the dance floor." I assured him laughing lightly.

I placed my hand on the centre consol and he swiftly reached the hand he wasn't using to drive and wrapped mine in his. I wasn't nervous anymore when my hand touched his or we made any kind of contact. I felt secure and loved.

We contently chatted and talked the rest of the way to my school. I knew some people wouldn't be happy to see him there, seeing how into the rivalry our two schools are. But honestly, I didn't think anything could ruin this evening for us.