Psycho

8. Sparks

"Really? You agree?" He widened in shock.

"You asked me." I said, rolling my eyes at his question. 

"Sorry I just never thought you would help me out. Guess you're beginning to take a liking to me."

"Don't take my kindness for a weakness Garcia." I warned with a smile. 

"Right right Santini."

"Why do you want him dead though?" 

"Because it's part of my mission. He's the third last target." 

"And what's your mission?"

"That's a story for another time Santini."

"Right." I looked at him in great curiosity.

"Wear a formal dress, it's also a mascarade gala so wear a mask." He said.

"Got it." I nodded and left for class. 

Guess i have to go shopping for a dress. 

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"You-what!"

"Shush!" I shushed Kiara.

"What's happening to you? Why are you suddenly so different? First you summoned your inner badass, and now, you're asking for a dress? You. The girl who's always in jeans and shorts?!" Kiara exclaimed. 

"I need it for an event tonight. Do you wanna help or not." I asked.

"Of course! Let's go after classes." She said excitedly. 

I don't think I can keep this secret from Kiara any longer...

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"Now, what dress are you looking for?" 

"A dark blue dress. With a mask."

"Mask?" 

"Yea, it's part of what we are required to wear." 

"What event is it?"

"My uh, parent's."

"Hm, you've never told me about them before."

"Well, let's just say I don't wish to have anything to do with them. "

I think Kiara saw my sad expression. 

"Alright let's not talk about that. For now, operation find Carmen Santini a blue dress in now commencing!" She announced. 

And our hour long dress shopping started.

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It was 7 when we finally returned back to our dorm. Kiara helped with my makeup and hair. I swear, one day she can be a professional hair and makeup stylist. Or a fashion model. Her taste is really on flick! 

And although it took her 2 hours, the results were...oh my...

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