Both Chloé and Marc have no idea how to respond to that.
Finally, Marc speaks up, even going so far as to use my proper moniker. “Renée, you have nothing to be ashamed of. This dress will look gorgeous on you. That booty of yours could have its own zip code. It would be acrimeto keep it hidden behind baggy clothes.”
He’s right. I go to the gym regularly and I even do lunges. So I’m pretty toned right now. But I will never be a twiglet like Chloé. I have hip dips while she has a gap between her thighs.
So many girls would kill to have a body like hers.
“He’s right, Ney Ney. You have a beautiful figure.”
I smile, knowing that she genuinely means it. They give me puppy dog eyes and I finally relent. “All right. If it means so much to the both of you...”
They yell all of a sudden, making me jump. Even Nugget startles in his basket, barking at us to stop. Then they grab my hand, spinning me around, and it’s like we’re playing a game of Ring Around the Rosies.
We used to play it all the time as kids.
They rush me out of the closet, taking turns doing my hair and makeup. I don’t even protest when Marc contours my nose, lips, and cheeks. I don’t complain when Chloé back combs my hair and gives me a gigantic beehive.
Chloé plays some classic R&B while we get ready, pouring glasses of champagne. She spills it on her lush carpet, and it looks like someone’s getting tipsy.
I hope there aren’t paparazzi at the club tonight. Who am I kidding? Of course there will be.
Her publicist has posted about the unveiling of her fragrance/Omega all over social media. Anybody who is anybody is going to be there...
Have I finally become one of the cool kids?
“All done! You ready to see, Ney Ney?”
It’s been a while since I dressed up for a night on the town. I don’t even know how the kids are dressing these days. Am I even old enough yet to say things like that?
“Yes, I’m ready.”
Chloé squeals, “Spin her around, Marc.”
Marc grabs my shoulders gently, spinning me on the spot, and that’s when I meet the stranger in the mirror. I hardly even look like myself. But hot damn. They are miracle workers.
Marc certainly knows how to work a makeup brush, and Chloé has done wonders with my hair. It doesn’t look so dishwater dull anymore.
Her blow-drying skills have brought out the natural light of my hair, and if only I could have blow- dried hair every day. I almost look as blonde as she does.
Chloé clasps her hands, a hopeful expression in her eyes. “Well, do you like it?”
A genuine smile crosses my face. “I love it. I feel like a movie star.”
Her grin widens. “Trust me. You look even better than a movie star. Look at your booty!”
I do as she says, turning before the mirror. Marc is right. This booty of mine could have its own zip code. The navy blue silk brings out the natural shape of my ass. I have one of those bubble butts, which I always personally hated.
But tonight I’m loving it. I suppose curves and a big butt are hot right now.
It’s an off the shoulder dress, contrasting beautifully with my white skin. And the blue brings out the gunmetal of my gray eyes.
Marc has given me a smoky cat-eyed look. I glance at the Omega in question. He shrugs. “It’s a gift of mine. You have the perfect eyes for makeup, Ney Ney. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Chloé agrees right along with him. “He’s right. Your eyes are beautiful.”
Well, at least I love the dress. I just wonder what shoes they have for me. Chloé grabs a pair of peep toe heels, and I step into them, hoping that I can actually walk in them.
Marc passes me a silver, sequined clutch to go with the dress, and it looks as if we’re set. He wears a trendy waistcoat, and he even has a matching cap too.