Chapter Twenty Five: Who Is The Lucky Guy???

Tick Tock, tick tock, tick tock…

The only sounds she heard at this moment are her wall clock ticking as she was in her very silent mode in front of her closet, sitting on the floor the whole time she came home from school. As she had already found the thing, she was looking for the last two weeks.

Her face and body look like an ice-cold snowman, freezing to death in the middle of Antarctica while staring at the picture of Vince in the sketch. It wasn’t only a resemblance, but they really were looking so much alike. The sketch is really a carbon copy of Vince’s face like he was the model used in the sketch.

Giving another thought about it. How did it happen? Yes, she already remembers the dream she had clearly. The thing with him in her dream is such an epic like she was in a fairytale. The question is how can she dream about him before she met him.

Knock, knock… She quickly stood up from sitting as she heard a strange knock in her room.

“Will?” It surprised her when she opened the door as she was seeing her friendly, smiling childhood playmate of hers. Her face is like asking, “Why are you here at the front door of my room feeling so welcoming?” He is not her best friend Jean, knocking on her door like they are so close enough to bother her.

“Hi pretty, what’s up! Sorry to interrupt your moment of silence in your room. Your mom sent me here, she said I can disturb your doing? Really, can I?” We aren’t children anymore for you to knock on my door like that. She wants to blurt it out, but she prevents it before her rude mind speaks.

“No, it’s fine. Hey, can you wait for me in the living room? I’m going down in a minute.” If he was Jean, she would allow him to enter her room, but she was not comfortable with him, especially since he is a guy. Or maybe she was just giving herself a reason to not get close to him, as she was feeling strangely uncomfortable with Will’s presence.

But speaking of a guy making herself comfortable with, she is feeling much more relaxed with Vince than with her childhood playmate Will. In fact, she can be with Vince anywhere. And it already happened in the school theater and the hidden room at the library last time. Though there were moments they felt awkward with each other but she enjoyed the feeling like she was being thrilled.

“Hey, so what’s up?” She started a friendly conversation with Will the moment she went down to their living room.

“Well, I won’t go around in circles. I came here to ask and hopefully, you’ll say yes. Can you be my date at the acquaintance party?” Oops, another one in a rush. How would she answer him, not being disappointed by her?

“Actually… someone already asked me. And… I said yes to him already. I’m sorry.” She finally told him after a second of asking herself. She feels like she drowned in a river while allowing herself to go on with the flow. She grasped a vine she found on her pace to survive herself, then another vine showed up when she already taking the first one. Then she ignored the second vine with the thought of, she already had the first vine enough for her to float.

“Who is the lucky guy?” He asked him, obviously hiding his actual emotion from her. She is hoping he accepted her answer with a humble heart because this is her first time dumping someone.

“His name is Vince. My classmate in Chemistry class. I am really sorry. I actually have to go with him because of our personal reasons.” She explained apologetically, as her eyes were pretending to look contrite.

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m obviously fine. Maybe next time. I’m looking forward to next time.” I don’t think there is a next time, Will. She mumbled in her mind, thinking surely of her option when it happens. She feigned a sweet smile at him as she prefers not to comment on the latter, he said.

……..

“Hey, I can’t believe what I am seeing right now, dear! My best friend really grew up as a fine lady. You’re more beautiful in your makeup. And the gown I’ve chosen for you, it fits you like a mannequin. I’m so excited to see you at the party.” Jean already complimented her in awe even though she was just seeing her on their video call.

She called her before the party just to check on her. That her best friend is not believing her, that she would really show her face at the party like Jean was thinking her date might as well be stood up by her.

Dingdong!!!

“Cara, Will is here! Your date is here, sweetie! Come down here already.” What? Is the name she heard from her mom, right? Will is not her date that she is waiting on their doorstep.

She scanned herself in front of the mirror, checking her entire face and body before she steps out of her room and sees her date downstairs.

She is wearing a ready-made royal blue colored gown, with backless style and stunning V-cut neckline, with a half sleeve laced fabric, a floor-length size, and sequined with a few sorts of Swarovski beads in the upper corner, and added up with a slit cut revealing her Asian white skin tone long legs on her left side to complement the attire as simple but sexy and sophisticated. It fit her perfectly like she was the designer’s muse.

She is finally walking downstairs with her three inches stilettos, clutching her gray-colored pouch while putting her steps in a slow motion as she is being careful not to trip on her toes again.  

Striding her pace, she’s eyeing those people downstairs, including her mom and dad, and wait, Will? She looked at him with her face questioning. Her eyes are looking for someone else, but he is not here. Where is her date? Vince is nowhere to be seen. With the time on their clock, he should be here by now.

She took her phone from her pouch to call and check on him. But when she dialed his number, the operator only answered it to save her voice message to him.

She hopes she is wrong about her thinking. The little plan she thought of with him got shifted because she is the one being stood up as in right now before the party even starts.

“Where is Vince?” She muttered to herself worriedly and hanged up the call.