Chapter thirty-three : Everly

Banging on the door startled me awake, it took me a second to take in my surroundings. I looked at the bedside clock, it was only eight. Dragging myself out of the bed I opened the door.

"Everly!" Tori shouted in my face. I stumbled back a few steps and looked up at her with half closed eyes. She was dressed like everyday in one of her tight fitting pencil skirt, an elegant blouse and those stilettos. How did she even manage to walk around in those was beyond my understanding.

"Come on wake up already it's Sunday, you're supposed to attend a lunch with Lucifer's family." She shouted again and brushed past me into the room.

Sunday? Lunch? "Oh shit," I muttered and turned around.

"So you finally remember?" She sighed and adjusted her red hair which were in a high ponytail today, "I've been here since seven and you refused to open the door. You sleep like a log."

"Sorry. I'll go wash up." Without waiting for a reply I dashed into the bathroom.

So the day was finally here. Today I'll be meeting his family. Today he'll introduce me as his girlfriend to his peers. I made a quick shower and brushed my teeth. Lucifer had some important stuff to deal with so he left early in the morning but he'd be back soon, and I was supposed to be ready before he returned.

Tori had already given me a quick run through his family members. And they all seemed like awesome people, and totally out of my league. But as Tori said it didn't matter as I'll always have my style and attitude to help me, so she had come along with 'a few' dresses, which ended up taking every inch of the closest. My old clothes were now somewhere in the corner, unreachable. According to her it was Lucifer who had insisted on getting me all those clothes and she just followed orders. It couldn't be helped so I accepted my fate. A loud bang made me jump, "Everly hurry, Marc is here." Tori shouted.

What's up with this woman? Why was she shouting early in the morning? "Everly!"

"Coming," I shouted back. I got into a bathrobe and opened the door. She pulled me by my hand and shoved me down in a chair in front of the floor length mirror, Marc was behind me. Marc was a hairstylist and a makeup artist. He was tall and lean and had blonde hair with brown highlights. He smiled politely and I smiled back. He indeed was the complete opposite of her. Where she was always hyped up and on the brink of exploding, he was always calm and collected. "You're late," he said with a smile.

"I'm sorry," I smiled back.

"But don't worry, since I'm here you'll be ready in a jiffy." He winked at me and I trusted him. This man could do wonders with hair and makeup. I was shocked when I looked up him on the internet. Tori and Marc, the Style Couple, the headlines in every magazine had read. They were the best in business and no wonder were good acquaintances of Lucifer.

Marc was already working on my hair when from the corner of my eye I saw Tori with a garbage bag. She opened a drawer in my closet and started stuffing the contents in the bag. My eyes popped out when I saw what she was throwing away. My underwear. I gasped, "Tori what are you doing?!" I tried to get up but Marc pushed me down on the chair.

"Everly let me get this straight, you're underwear is all plain and boring. You needed to spice it up so I bought some sexy lingerie for you. Something that would make Lucifer loose his mind." She winked at me.

I really wanted the earth to swallow me up. Was she really having this conversation with me, and not to mention in front of Marc. I knew she didn't like them, seeing the way she reacted the first time when she opened the drawer, damn that was really embarrassing. Well someone looking at your underwear and is always embarrassing, right? But I had no clue that she'd do something like this. First my clothes, and now my...

"What do you plan on doing with my old ones?" I mustered up my courage.

"Of course throw them away." She shrugged. Before I could protest, she was already heading out of the room with the garbage bag.

"It's all right sweets, Tori knows what she's doing. And I might have got a peek, they're real good."

Oh God I'd die of embarrassment before I even made it to the lunch if this continued.

After what seemed like the longest three hours of my life I was finally ready. "Is that really me? I asked.

"Yes, it really is you." Marc exclaimed gleefully.

"Now Everly," Tori slammed her hands on my bare shoulders and stood behind me, "You look beautiful. Square your shoulders, hold your head high and go conquer the world."

I smiled, her words sending a spark of confidence in my body, "Okay."

"We should get going or we'll be late." Marc said. Tori turned me around and hugged me, "You can do this." She said firmly and I nodded. And like always Marc took my hand in his hand and kissed it lightly, "You look beautiful."

My eyes went back on the girl in the mirror as the door closed. I really looked different. Tori had chosen a baby blue knee length, off shoulder dress for me. It was fitted at my waist and then flared out. My hair were up in half braids which were pinned up behind my head. And even after all my pleadings she had made me wore a pair of cork wedges with white straps. Even though they were much easier to walk in than those stilettos, I knew I was still capable of messing it up. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. It was my first time wearing an attire like this, and as Tori and Marc had said I did look beautiful. Now all I had to was to keep my head high and get through this lunch.

As I stood at the top of the stairs, I heard Lucifer's voice. It was half past eleven, time we were supposed to leave. I had given myself a pep talk and sometime to practice walking in heels back in the room, time to put it to test. I kept one hand on the railing and stepped down. Good it was easier than I had imagined. How I wished I hadn't thought that.On the third last step my ankle twisted and my hand left the railing. I lost my balance and fell down head first before two strong hands gripped my waist, a familiar scent enveloped me. "That was quite an entrance sweetheart."

"I'm sorry," I said looking through my lashes and straightened my dress. Good heavens we weren't even there yet and I was already making a fool out of myself. I felt his hand on my neck and my head snapped up and I found myself looking in his dark brown eyes, they seemed shinier than usual. My eyes traveled down, he was out of his suits. Even though I had already seen him walk around in casuals, but this was different. He was in a pair of faded blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a baby blue shirt (same colour as my dress) over it. So we were twinning in some way. And just like every time he looked mind blowing. I swear this man could wear leaves and still make head turns. He looked good in everything. Like everything.

My eyes flew back to his when he grazed my jaw with the edge of his knuckles as if testing the softness of my skin, "You look beautiful." God this man got prettier every time I looked at him. Wait is prettier a word I can even use for him? Ugh, he was a godly species. Let's stick with that.

"Thank you," I smiled shakily.

Before I could complement him, he stepped forward, closing the distance between us and leaned down. My breath got caught up in my lungs, his face hovered in front of mine and then he brushed his lips against mine, his lips lingered there for a moment and then he pulled away straightening himself. What was that? Did he just– Oh God what did he do? All of my blood rushed to my brain and my face heated up. I saw him stifle a smile and I knew my face was as red as Rudolph's nose. Unconsciously my hand went to my lips and I looked up at him. Did he really do that? He looked down at me and pulled away my hand, bringing it close to his mouth he softly kissed my palm. Dead. My mind stopped working and I swayed. This was too much for me too handle. His arm wrapped around my waist, "Are you all right?" His voice was amused. Was he actually enjoying it?!

"Yes, it was just too much for my heart to handle and brain to comprehend." I murmured. He chuckled then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, I stiffened at first but found myself relaxing in his hold.

When I was finally in my mind and capable to put up a fight I blurted, "Why did you do that?"

He held me tighter, "I couldn't control myself. Did I scare you?"

Scare? Oh man I almost died there, I really wanted to shout at him but I nodded, "I almost got a heart attack."

"I'm sorry I'll make sure to give you a heads up the next time I do it."

Next time? I pulled myself away from him and looked up at him, he was really serious about this. Damn it if this were to happen again I'm sure going to die very young. I could already imagine the headlines – A twenty year old dies after being kisses by the Adonis.

He broke my train if thoughts, "We better get going or my family's going to blow up my phone." And wrapped his hand around my waist.I sighed and rolled my eyes. Fine I'd let him do that but only because I needed the extra support as I didn't want to facepalm the ground again.