Page 41 of Rebirth Of Order
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I press the dress against my body, and my mind begins wandering. Not sure how it’ll look on me exactly, I place it on the door’s hook and proceed to the shower. Doubt arises, festering behind the uncertainty plaguing my potential failure tonight, but I wash briskly, saving time for my hair and makeup while smothering my insecurities.It’s going to be fine.
Stepping out, my reflection judges me in disappointment as water drips from the tendrils of my hair. Small beads escape down my chest, and I avert my gaze. I’m becoming more anxious as time dwindles, and a part of me feels guilty for having such a moment.She’s not here.
Another sorrowful reminder of Rosie, but if not me, who else will hold her memory? Will her essence be wiped away if no one carries on her existence? Will there come a time when my wandering thoughts cease from such guilty emotions?
A chill brings me back to reality as I catch the reflection of my watering eyes.
“Rosie, I’m not on par with you when dealing with girly things, so let’s hope it’s enough to not gain malice from the liminal lands,” I reference the place mentioned in one of the studied books.
Letting my towel drop, I turn on the vanity lights and get to work.
After spending morethan an hour taking care of my hair and face, I’m ready to get dressed. My hair is silk-pressed and wrapped, and I hold the fabric away from my face as I carefully don the dress to avoid ruining my makeup and hair.
It slides past my head, falling down my frame, and stops mid-thigh, fitting me skin-tight, but at least I can breathe. It hugs thecurves of my breast, and around my waist with a thin, silver seam going down both sides. The dress’s back is cut low into a V-shape, ceasing right at the top of my ass with a string tying around my neck to keep the front up.
Facing the mirror, I twist, watching glimmers of light bounce off the perfect threads, making it sheen from different angles. Subtle, yet still eye catching.
Unwrapping my crown of wrapped hair, silken, thick hair cascades over my shoulders and down my back, setting my features in a darkened frame, allowing my makeup to pop.
Stepping into my room, I perch with caution on the edge of the bed. Sliding my feet into the heels with ease, I notice this entire outfit is tailor made for me. Elizabeth may be sweet, but now something tells me it wasn’t her who gifted this.
“Damn it, Angie knew I was wrong.”Who the hell sent these gifts?
Procuring my phone and letting her know I’m ready, Angie wastes no time responding with a white sigil. The adjacent walls of my hallway glow brightly before vanishing as her sigil fades, and I embark towards the living area.
I gasp with a broadening smile, seeing her attire. An all-black dress appears to be painted on, ending right at the nip of her ankles and flaring out. A split from the base goes up the middle of her thigh and stops before exposing anything. The top of her breasts are on full display, and for the first time, I realize how incredible her physique is. Angie’s small frame doesn’t seem so small in this attire as she stands there, resembling a gothic angel.
Her hair lies atop her shoulders in curls of white and black with a subtle glow to them. Black lipstick pulls the focus to her face, complimenting her soft ‘V-shaped’ jawline, and the black eyeshadow over her double lidded eyes strengthens their teal-blue hues. She is beautiful.
“Well, fuck me twice, Kyra, you look absolutely stunning.” Her eyes damn near pop out of her head once she catches sight of me.
“Angie, what?” I snort, but feel the waves of heat blushing mycheeks and giggle. “You look amazing yourself.” She waves a dismissive hand and advances, holding a small black box. “What’s that?”
“A special gift for tonight’s function.” The clicks of her black pencil heels echo as she approaches. I grab the box and open it.
Inhaling deeply, I whisper, “This is beautiful.”
“Turn around, and I’ll put it on.” She smiles.
Raising the hair from my shoulders, I turn and feel its cooling touch on my skin once she places it around my neck. I release my hair and enter the bathroom for a better inspection. A slim, silver chain houses a peculiarly cut diamond, which hangs from it, and I clasp the jewel between my fingers, feeling an intimate surge of energy pulse through my hand. “Do you like it?” Angie asks, peaking around the doorframe.
“I love it. By far the second-best gift anyone has given me.”
“Second? What’s the first?”
“A dear friend of mine once gave me a bracelet…” I peer down at my empty wrist, holding back a birth of tears. “And it meant the world to me.”
“You speak as though you no longer have it,” she says, stepping inside the bathroom.
“I don’t. Well not here at least.”
Memories of when I first opened Rosie’s gift play like a silent movie, and my view remains stagnant on the blank space of my wrist as I watch.Fuck I miss her.
Angie lingers in silence, understanding the meaning of my words, and stillness embraces the room coldly, until the warmth of her voice returns me to the moment.
“Wait until you see what it does.” She nudges me, smiling through my mirror. “And before you ask, you’ll have to wait and see.”
“Fine,” I titter, wiping a single escaping tear before she sees it. “Is there anything I should change or do before we head downstairs?”
