Get-together 1

Chapter 10

      15th of the month - The get-together! 

Farah fussed over the message which came up on her phone as her eyes widened in mortification. She remembered Roshan informing her about the party and he would like her to be his plus one but she thought it wasn't necessary until she received the message that it was tonight. 

Oh my god! What should I do? I couldn't call it off when I promised, she bit her fingers anxiously as she stared at the clock every minute. The time wasn't waiting, Roshan was coming to pick her up by 7:00 pm while she was yet to get ready. 

The only person who could help her now was Amal and she was nowhere to be found since two days ago, she said she wanted to take a break to solve some personal issues which Farah didn't try to ask. 

How I wish she should just appear right now and help… she didn't finish her thought before the front door was kicked open, revealing an energetic Amal, carrying the shop bags in. Farah didn't let her settle down before throwing herself on Amal who stood still. 

    "Thank god, you've arrived," Farah mumbled, taking her bags from her and placing them on her bunk. 

Amal stared at her amusingly, scoffing lightly as she was dragged by Farah to her bed. "What's up barbie?" 

     "Roshan invited me to a party and it's tonight but..." she trailed off, fiddling with her fingers. 

    "Oooooh," Amal swooned, pinching Farah's cheek adoringly, before flickering her forehead playfully, "Is that why you are panicking?" she asked the obvious question while Farah didn't attempt to deny it. 

    "Farah," she called softly, "rest assured, your fairy godmother will beautify you." she patted her shoulder reassuringly, smiling softly. 

     "When is the time for the party?" Amal asked, rummaging through Farah's closet as she picked a dress and left it before taking another. 

   "Hmmm, it's 8:00," she answered, feeling distressed over Amal's displeasure with her clothing. Although Roshan told her to dress normally, she was beautiful in anything when she asked him the outfit she should wear yet she wanted to look her best but her status… 

   "This won't do," Amal threw the last piece of cloth on the floor, pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed, glancing at the little pumpkin - Farah who looked like she was on the verge of crying. 

    Awwwwww, my poor little Cinderella, Amal pouted, hitching to pinch her red cheek before shaking the dreamy face from her head. She laughed inwardly, going to her bunk to take the shopping bags she brought in. 

     "But before anything…" Amal squeezed her mouth thoughtfully, then her eyes opened before pushing Farah to the bathroom, "go have your bath, lemme think of what to do." she banged the door on her face as she went to her bunk. Amal smiled remembering how she got the dress as she unboxed the dress. 

    Amal gulped down the last cup, wiping the liquid trailing from her lips when her phone rang in the notification. She looked around the crowded bar before opening her phone and saw a message from an unknown number. She hissed annoying seeing it was unknown contact as she wanted her phone, her eyes caught the last line. She rubbed her eyes, checking if she wasn't dreaming when the last line read Roshan. 

Roshan! As in Roshan of Farah!. 

She went out of the bar, seeing the number was calling… She went to the silent area and picked up her phone. 

    "Hello," she slurred a little, before shaking her head. 

  "Sorry for calling so late," she heard his voice on the other side of the phone. 

   "So…?" 

   "I need your help," he said. 

   "With what?"

So he informed her about the get-together and Farah being his plus one but he didn't know how to give her a dress because he knew she would reject it. So he would send the dress to her address, so he needed to give her the dress and know how to give it to her. And pleaded with her not to inform her. 

Then when she arrived at the dormitory, she called Roshan and within fifteen minutes, the package came. She collected it and then entered her apartment happily. 

Her thoughts were cut off when Farah came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her body as a little droplet trailed after her and a towel on her hair. Amal dragged her to the chair which was facing the mirror then removed the towel on her head, letting her hair down. 

 Amal took the hair dryer on the hanger, drying her hair as she took the hair rolling pin to style out her hair while giving her the dress to change. 

The blue gown stopped on her knees as the side of the left side was parted with a flower pattern design, the cloth hugged her body firmly, showing her hourglass shape, the tiny rope around her upper waist under her bust in small ribbon, the sleeves of the dress stopped at her elbow as her necklace dangle on her front. 

 She wasn't given time to comment on the dress before Amal swirled her around and started her makeup. Amal combed her hair down before tying it in a ponytail then leaving a tiny bang then two braids down. 

Amal applied a little foundation on her face before applying the powder and then drawing her brows. She put fake lashes on her eyes as she applied little mascara to make them thick and black. During the process, her eyes were closed, listening to Amal humming some tune under her breath. 

After finishing, Amal told her to open her eyes and instantly she fluttered the eyes open slowly, with her lips agape staring at the beauty staring at her. As she wanted to touch her face in fascination, her hand was swatted away, "don't damage my work" Amal cautioned dramatically. Putting small pins on her hair.

*rnng*Her phone vibrated in the notification as she checked her phone, a message popped up and she clicked on it. 

  Hey princess, 

I'll be there in 5 mins

Farah dropped her phone on the table instantly with her cheeks coated in redness. Amal swooned internally, opened the shoe box, and revealed a red three-inches stiletto. 

Farah gasped shockingly, staring at the heels. She did wear heels once in a blue moon but… then she remembered a conversation she had with Roshan, talking animatedly about how she liked red shoes. 

She looked at the red shoes and then to the unwrapped package wrap on the floor before looking at Amal in wonder…. Though Amal always gives her new clothes to wear in emergencies, this dressing was so sudden. 

     "About the dress…" as she wanted to ask, Amal got down on her knees and swiftly put it on for her which fit her legs perfectly. Her size!

     Should I ask? Won't it be like inquisitiveness? Though Amal is from a rich family, she can afford and there's no way Roshan could get her shoe size, she mumbled to herself, letting go of her thoughts for now. 

At 7:00 pm on dot, Amal followed her to the park, shielding her from prying eyes - gossipers before they stopped where his car was parked. 

Roshan got down from the car and Farah felt her breath leaving her alone with the adonis coming towards her with a bouquet.