When Mom and I arrived, we were surprised by her glam team at their mansion because they actually hired professionals just for this.
"You look like a simple bitch queen in that gown, Celiza!" Bea said artfully after her make up artist and stylist arranged for me.
"I know!" I also said artfully to her, but when I saw myself in the full length mirror I was almost stunned.
"What a pretty bitch." I whisper to myself.
Red satin gown with high slit and low neckline. The soft cloth hugs my curves in all the right places. This dress speaks a lot about my personality and wildness.
"Yes sister, you're so beautiful!" Bliss was happy to praise me. Like Mom, there seemed to be a star in her eye because it also shone while looking at me.
They all laughed at her comment.
"I'm sorry Bea, there's nothing left for Bliss."
"It's alright. I missed her too!" She then hugged Bliss.
It snorted. "You're beautiful! Look at you sister! We look alike!" It jumps as it shows off the messy lipstick on its lips.
Bliss is a playful, also smart but mischievous child. Bliss is a man, but her name sounds like a woman. A to is also handsome, white, with a pointed nose, long eyelashes, thin lips.
"You're a really beautiful sister." Smiling, she said.
"I will wear gowns too someday, much prettier than that."
"Of course." I smiled and ran my fingers through her hair. My forehead furrowed as I left a few hairs on my finger.
It's not like this when Bliss's hair falls out before, is it?
Hmmm ... Maybe with shampoo.
"How about I Bliss?"
"Pretty too. But she's prettier..." She pointed in my direction.
We just laughed.
I glance at my own reflection in the mirror. I looked at Mom in the back.
"Take home the crown, Celiza." Mom said.
I took a deep breath.
I smiled in the mirror, I will.
I couldn’t help but wonder what Magnus was wearing or if he was actually going to prom night.
Because I never asked him or even talked to him when that happened.
Can I see him there?
Why am I feeling this way?
My heart was beating fast, I was feeling hot, I was nervous and excited to think that I would see him later
"Are we going to wait for Toci?" My brows furrowed as I turned to Bea.
"What?" I asked her.
"Why? Won't he pick you up? I thought you both knew? Same as before?" Surprisingly it says.
"So let's go down."
Mom's eyes narrowed.
"We'll just meet him there," I said.
Bea didn't wonder why I answered like that, maybe she didn't want to have bad vibes because it's Midnight Ball today and she can have her crush with her, because she likes it.
"I'll call you later, Manong." Bea's artistic promise.
Bea brought their driver to drive and pick us up later after the prom.
"My gosh bitch, I'm so excited!" He was thrilled when we got out of his car.
I smiled happily in response to what he said. We went inside. It's very noisy here, a lot of people are dancing right away in the middle even though it should be later. Many are already kissing even if it's not midnight.
Bea violently pulled me to her friends' table, which was also made of plastic. Rich but not well -mannered, it was good to know that Jean was kind.
"Oh my gosh! You're so pretty, gurl!" A friend of Bea's praised me as we approached their table.
"Not that pretty. I'm prettier than her, though." It recovers from what was said. His right eyebrow was still raised when he said that.
I hovered over it with a look. It also has a different kind of callus on its face, not feeling ashamed.
Does he praise me and Insult. He makes me an instrument to lift himself up.
"Don't listen to her. She's just envious of you," Bea said.
"And she will stay that way." I laughed.
A few students started dancing as the party sound played on the speaker.
Different colors also appeared on the dance floor that if you are not used to it you will feel dizzy.
"Celiza, let's dance!" Bea asked me in surprise, I glared at the man standing on its side. He probably already liked it.
I went home. "Maybe later."
"Okay! Got to dance with this man." Smiling he said, he even winked.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Five minutes passed as I just sat here, staring at the people passing by in front of me and side by side. To people dancing happily.
I sighed. I scanned the place for the millionth time. Hoping to find him in the crowd... But he's not there.
He's not here.
He's not going.
Bwiset! Why am I thinking of him? He's the one who doesn't care about me.
He seems to have learned. Goodluck from him!
I crossed my arms and rested my back on the chair.
Bwiset!
As I looked at them I couldn’t help but wonder because every time I look at people’s happy faces I feel the opposite.
I am beautiful and sexy. I'm a head turner and I will be crowned as the queen of the night but something is missing.
The atmosphere and people around me were fun but I couldn’t help but be happy.
"Hey, gorgeous." A baritone voice said behind me, while covering my eyes with his hand.
With the smell of its perfume I already knew who it was.