“This looks amazing, Ivy.” I couldn’t stop looking in the mirror. She smiled back at me and handed me the dress.
“Wait until you put this on, you don’t know how good you will look!” She squealed and left me alone to slip into it.
I called her back in, so she could help me zip it up. But I didn’t want to look yet. I wore a simple pair of black flats since the dress was so long, no one would be able to see my feet even if I were sitting down.
Ivy put some last few touches on my hair and makeup and spritzed some perfume she got from a release the past weekend. My best friend had the perks.
“Okay, you have to look now!”
She took out her phone and snapped a picture of me, so I could see the full image.
Whoa.
I stifled a gasp. The taffeta was a lighter shade of blue from the tight bodice, which flowed into the darker shade of blue as it cascaded down my body. The sweetheart neckline made my chest look great, and Ivy was right, I wouldn’t have needed a bra anyway.
“Oh my…this dress is amazing.” I said, gazing at the photo in awe as if it weren’t me.
“You make it great. The model that wore this dress looked like a blueberry, but you look like a fucking shiny blue solitaire.”
“You are crazy…but thank you so much. I just hope I don’t mess it up or anything.”
I said, suddenly realizing I was responsible for a dress that could probably buy me the car I have been needing.
“You won’t. They wouldn’t really notice anyway. I just need it back Sunday afternoon, I think.”
“Will do.” My phone went off with another email. It was from Sasha.
Hello Dear,
I am so anxious to see the floral arrangement you created. I know it is probably impeccable. Please accept the car I am sending to your residence. See you tonight.
-Sasha.
I read the words over and over. She was sending me a car? It made me feel giddy and official. I wondered how she got my address but remembered she had sent Dan here once or twice for a certain plant food I didn’t carry in the store, and I had shipped flowers to her from here too.
“What is it?” Ivy broke my reverie.
“Oh, nothing. Sasha is sending me a car to take me to the gala.”
She wiggled her brow in excitement. “Oh, fancy. I’m so happy for you.” She gave me the best hug she could so as to not wrinkle my dress.
I only waited a few more minutes before the buzzer went off downstairs. Ivy never had to ring it because the door man knew her by now. I was surprised this place even had one of those, seeing as it was already in a subpar neighborhood.
“That’s him, your chariot awaits.”
“You should stick around here if you want.” Ivy didn’t have a car either, and I didn’t really want her walking home in the dark.
“Sure. I’ll probably finish your leftovers though.” She giggled softly.
I grabbed my phone and thin black wallet. I wished my phone fit inside of my wallet, but it didn’t.
“No problem. Thank you so much for all your help, I literally wouldn’t be able to go if you hadn’t helped me.” She made a sad face as she clutched her chest.
“Aww, it was my pleasure. You’re my best friend.”
I smiled and set off before I left the driver waiting too long. It was odd, going down the dingy staircase in this elaborate gown and makeup. But once I made it outside, it all came into perspective. The driver was easy to place, his tailored suit made sure of that.
“Miss Michelle, correct?” I nodded.