8

The loudest colored dresses used to yell at me from the hanger and when I say "yell at me", I mean yell. They warned me that I had to flee. That they were horrible. I glanced at one of the bodyguards who had remained just outside the door. I didn't think he was going to let me go just like that. As if sensing my gaze, he crossed his arms, making his pose a little more threatening. Maybe choosing one of those dresses was better. 

Together with Cami, I began to rummage. She dismissed them almost before I could tell her how ugly they were. She knew how to dress well. It was a Cindy. A Cindy? Yes, like the protagonist of my book. A Cindy is a girl 10 who has everything in this life and who is almost completely perfect. Cami was one of those girls. I was about to sigh in his face. Why couldn't I be a Cindy? Voucher. Maybe I'm not a Cindy, but I'm not too bad either. At least I can discern between shitty clothes and pretty clothes. It's something. I stopped Cami's hand when she was going from dress to dress. I saw it and knew it, it was mine. 

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. At first glance, it was a long dress a bit simple. It was of different shades of green with black lines. It had a heart-shaped neckline and several crisscrossing relief bands adorned it. It hooked around the neck, leaving much of the back uncovered. It didn't look like anything out of the ordinary on the hanger, but something in me told me I had to try it on. I knew it was the dress.

THE DRESS. The only. The one that when you put it on you automatically feel pretty. That.

I kicked the entire audience out of my room and pulled Hunter's shirt over my head, not bothering to undo the buttons. Those things were for idiots. I tucked the dress over my head. It fell like a second skin and I adjusted it. I zipped up my back after doing the swipes (because, by all accounts, I wasn't going to tell the disgusted-looking gorilla to do it.) And buttoned my neck. I took a deep breath before looking at myself in the dresser mirror. I gasped. But what...? 

The door opened wide. Perhaps he had not "stifled" that exclamation. They all seemed to be looking for danger and it was not until they looked at me that they realized what had caused my scream. Me. Dress. I ... I looked at myself again trying to hold back the tears. It was the dress. In my 20s I had never felt pretty. I turned around and found everyone looking at me strangely. I looked down at the bottom of the dress, fearing that it had been rolled up and my panties were showing. No, they were fine.

- You look beautiful, Samantha- Cami whispered as if this were a dream and she didn't want to wake up- Seriously, that's the dress. How did I not see it before?

I smiled at the girl and turned to look in the mirror. I watched our reflection. Dressed like this, by his side, I didn't feel so bad. It almost seemed to match him. She seemed to notice because she gave me a sad smile. Then his eyes changed again. They became playful.

Uh uh ... The party was about to start.

She drove everyone in my room with four screams. Her voice, which was normally sweet as molten chocolate, seemed to have hardened and had an undertone of authority that left no room for the reply. Nobody said anything. He didn't look at her funny. They just left as if that attitude was the most normal. Maybe sweet Cami did have that dark side that the mafia needed.

As soon as we were alone, she started looking for her dress. she complained a couple of times saying that I had kept the only pretty one. The last one turned out to be perfect for her. It was short and white. It fit his body perfectly. The dress only had one sleeve, which was bulky. It was beautiful. She smiled happily. I imitated the gesture. One less thing. Then the hairstyle began ... It would have been better if he hadn't. 

I have curly hair. Sometimes a curly and some smooth. I've always said that my hair has the best of both worlds, a la Hannah Montana. Right now it looked more like a rat's nest. It was tied up in a bow that it was better not to touch with a stick. When I wrote I tended to remove most of the hair from my face. I liked being clear and having no distractions around me. Cami was looking at me like I was putty about to be modeled. I was afraid. Finally, he picked up a brush and a pair of tweezers. The torture was about to begin. 

After a good hour full of hair-pulling, pain, and suffering. When my head was a bloody mush (maybe I was exaggerating a bit), he reached for the tweezers. I prayed in a few languages because I was afraid of anything fiery that would come near my body. Cami, very professionally, started curling my hair. I ended up having enviable curly hair. She just smoothed hers. I had it easy. She was pretty even without doing anything. Injustices of life. Then the makeup began. It was less traumatic than I thought. Foundation, blushes, eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick. She applied the same cosmetics. Finally, each one put on her heels. I don't know how you found out my foot size, but the black heels you provided were perfect. She wore nude ones that made her legs a kilometer longer. I envied that girl. 

I thought that I hadn't showered. It was starting to look like a piglet. Cami told me it was better. She was going to shower when she got back, to remove her makeup at the same time and relax. I adopted your idea. It sounded better to shower then than not freshly groomed. We went down to the living room, where there were already people. Along the way, Cami bombarded me with questions. 

- So, you're 22, right? Aren't you a little young to write what you do? Were you inspired by 50 Shades of Gray? Did you get it from your real experiences? Have a boyfriend? Are you studying something? .... - I didn't have time to answer between questions, so I let him speak all he wanted. When he finished he looked at me. We were standing at the door of the living room. 

-Let's see if I can answer everything at once. I am 22 years old and I study literature, more for pleasure than professional future because I intend to continue writing as I do now. The truth is that I was not inspired by any book. Most of the things I have published were written from when I was a little younger. Since I was a child I have been a precocious mind.- I blushed a little. I was ashamed to admit that since I was little I thought about sex.- I don't have a boyfriend right now. Thank goodness.- I chuckled a little. I didn't have it because nobody wanted to go out with me, not because I wanted to, but making them believe that it was my decision was better. - Some things in the books are real. My ex had imagination but... 

- Cutie talking about her sexual experiences. Luckily I have come.- I stopped immediately. I almost screwed up. That would have been my grave. 

I turned 180º and there was the idiot's bulk. G was smirking at me as if he were saying "See, pretty, you're not going to get rid of my presence so easily." I wanted to punch the fun out of his face. I clenched my jaw and relaxed the hands that had clenched into two fists. No, not in front of these people. She had to look like she was no danger to them and that way she would be protected all the time and hopefully, she would have the bodyguards looking disgusted and not G and Hunter and their beautiful bodies.

Beautiful bodies? He had to stop thinking about those things.

-But cutie, don't leave us with doubt.- I narrowed my eyes. He deserved a good smack.

-Leave her alone, G. She ran away from us because of you.

Tadah! Hunter appeared after the idiot. Great, a two for one. I didn't want that two for one, not even close.

I frowned. They laughed and fell silent as they looked at me completely. Ha! Didn't she look like the clumsy writer from before? I watched as Hunter swallowed hard and G's eyes widen. I fixed it gave the hit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cami puffing out her breast as if a proud mother showing off her daughter. I felt exposed, and at the same time, powerful. Feeling pretty was a good feeling. 

- What are you doing here?- I suddenly realized that they shouldn't be near me. I didn't want them by my side

- Cami is almost family, like a cousin- Hunter's comment sat me like a kick in the stomach. ¿ HOW – And G has self - guest. I think I missed you- I growled. Do not.

- Don't get your hopes up, I've always wanted a dog and you hit it- I hit him on the shoulder. Not strong, but enough that I felt I didn't like that comment.

From behind they cleared their throat. The two bodyguards were watching the scene with amusement. They both wore suit jackets and sunglasses. I did not understand the latter. We were inside the house. The truth is that it looked good. They looked like two models. They made them more handsome. They were giants. They would both be around five foot four. One of them had copper blonde hair and the other short dark black. They were broad in the back. They were easily mistaken for a closet. What would they be like without the glasses? Something in me said: " BEAUTIFUL". Was he in the mob of the gods? This time he had been lucky. 

-Gentlemen, we must escort the ladies to the theater. The show will start in an hour and we must arrive well in advance. - They approached us and I took a step back. I couldn't help it.

They both smiled a little funs. The blonde took my arm and put his around it. I blushed, but I'm sure that with all the makeup I was wearing, nothing showed. The brunette did the same with Cami. They were classy bodyguards.

-What work are we going to see?

Was she the only one curious?

-The Miserables.- Cami told me with an almost bored voice. I jumped with excitement. I loved Les Miserables. 

Blonde (I decided to call him Blonde) tried to hold back his laughter, but I could see his lips stretch. Was he laughing at me? Wait, had he smiled? He wanted to give me an award. He had accomplished a great feat. He tugged at me when the others began to move. Hunter and G were frowning at me. Didn't they come to the musical? What a pity. Irony. Goodness. I preferred to go with the built-in wardrobes. 

They took us to a car. Not a limousine or some kind of rich-ass nonsense. It was a stylish black car. Maybe it wasn't for normal people like me, but it wasn't pompous. It was a beautiful Mercedes. They opened the door and I found a different interior than I imagined. It was a bit more spacious and had screens. Cami and I slipped inside with the help of Brunette. Blonde got into the driver's seat and Brunette in the passenger seat.

- Ladies, tonight Ryan and I will be your companions so as not to attract people's attention- Ryan will accompany Samantha and I will accompany you, Camille- We both nodded with a smile. It gave me the feeling that we were going to be the center of attention anyway.

Nice try, guys.