"I was hiding in doubt till you brought me out of my chrysalis...and I came out new...all because of you."
Josephine McArthur is well and truly lost. After completely uprooting and changing her life she is left unsure of pretty much anything. An u...
I spent that Sunday going over contracts and signing documents and crying several times while Harry pets my head in support.
As soon as I got home I called everyone I could think of. I burst through the door and screeched at Nicki, throwing my arms around her, jumping up and down like an obnoxious sorority girl stereotype. Once I stopped crying long enough to tell her the news I called Britt and Miranda and my dad and Tony and then of course my dear Frankie, who insisted we go out on Friday to celebrate "properly," so here we are.
The week drug on for what felt like years but it's finally Friday. I haven't been out since the last disaster of a night with Santana and I need a night like this so bad. Nicki is bringing Pete, who is apparently bringing a friend that Nicki is very excited for me to meet. Frankie and Tommy will be there and there will be absolutely no sign of Santana so I might actually get to enjoy a full evening without drama, what a fucking concept.
Frankie will be here in 15 minutes and I'm just adding the finishing touches to my makeup before sliding into my favorite party dress. I chose a bright red lip but kept the rest of my face mostly subtle, the dress is really the statement for the evening...or I guess the lack of the dress really.
My hair is up in a simple ponytail, I put some extensions in it to make it longer and fuller and I let the front bang pieces down to frame my face nicely, but I'm really trying to show as much skin as possible here so the rest had to go up.
My legs are freshly shaved and moisturized and I got a Brazilian two days ago after work, so I'm ready for absolutely anything this night can throw at me.
I unbutton the sleep shirt I got ready in and let it fall to the ground while I take a second to adjust the pretty heart-shaped pasties adorning my nipples. The simple black hearts pair perfectly with the black silk underwear I picked out. They're cheeky cut and ruched meaning half of my ass cheeks are out and my legs are framed perfectly. They are far from my favorite "granny panties" but still comfortable and very sexy.
I slip the dress from its hanger and gently slide it over my body, trying to make sure my head and arms go in the right spaces between the crossed straps, this shit always confuses me.
Shockingly, I get it on the first try and manage to not fuck up my hair, a true success story as I live and breathe.
Shit, I can't even lie...I look good.
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The dress lays perfectly on my body and I know that once I put heels on I'll feel pretty damn good and once I have a couple of drinks in me I'll be unstoppable.
A knock at the door shakes me from my vain bubble and Frankie wastes no time busting into the apartment.
"YES. YES. I KNEW WE GETTING INTO SHIT TONIGHT. " Frankie jumps up and down as soon as he spots me. Yelling and punching the air like an absolute child, but it makes me smile.
