~Alyona~
“Will you be my girlfriend?” Shawn purred.
“Shawn, I have never seen you like this. I don’t love you.” I answered as I was trying to get rid of him.
“Please give me a chance,” He jeered.
I tried to run, but my leg seemed stuck in the ground.
His face is getting bigger as he pouts his lips towards me.
I saw a stick to hit him, but when I picked it, it recast into ice- cream.
What the hell is happening to me?
“Alyona Marshall,” a sound was calling my name from far away.
I looked here and there.
“Alyona, don’t make me come up there,” it’s my mom screaming at me.
But where am I?
I woke up in a shocking state. My mother screamed my name as she called me to come down and have breakfast with her.
But to whom I was running into my dreams.
I shook my head.
Suddenly, I remember. My clingy senior wanted me to be his girlfriend. He used to be my unwanted admirer.
But why am I dreaming about him?
I thought to myself,
“Alyona, if I have to call our name again...”
“Ahh... coming, mom,” I answered.
I threw my blanket at the thought of an unwanted admirer.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
“Am I so much desperate to meet Mr. Right?” I zoomed my eyes on the whiteheads on my nose.
I peeled myself from my thoughts.
Otherwise, my mom will again remind me that her elder daughter is far better than me.
I jumped into the shower to rinse my thoughts about Mr. Right and not to mix Mr. Right with my clingy senior.
“Oh, God. When are you going to show me my Mr. Right?” I purred as the shower water went into my mouth.
Once I adequately scrubbed, shaved, and scented, I stepped out in my goofy towel. I looked at myself one more time in the mirror to check my nose should be pointy and clean.
The chilly weather will not allow me even if I want to wear short clothes.
I wore my jeans and a tank top.
I can hear my mom whine about me.
I roughly put on some makeup and rush down.
Looking at her, I understood. She is angry as she is getting late for her work.
We had some rules in our family, and eating breakfast together was one of them.
I hugged her from her back. “Mom, I love you.”
I tried to cool her down.
“Al, you know we have to do breakfast together.” She glared at me.
“I am sorry, mom. Last night I didn’t sleep well.” I whispered.
She turned towards me as she knew I had an asthma problem.
“What, are you ok? My baby,” her tone suddenly changed.
“No, mom, it’s just the chilly weather. And it seems like my room heater is not working properly.” I gave her a reason to wake up late.
“Why didn’t you come to my room?” She sighed.
“Ok, let me call the society office.” She took the phone.
“Wait, mom. I will do it. You are getting late; let’s have breakfast first.” I took the phone and arranged the table.
Sitting at the table, I took the toast in my mouth.
My mom glared at me one more time.
The second rule is always to thank God for everything.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
As we finished our morning prayer, I looked at her.
“Mom, why do you always pray?” I questioned her with blind faith.
She smiled and answered,
“Al, when your father left me, I knew nothing about this city and place. I was not even a believer. But my mom told me he is always with you, even when you don’t see him.” She added,
“And you will see him standing next to you when you call him. I called him that night when I had nothing to eat or any place to stay.”
Tears rolled out from her eyes.
“Look at me now. I am blessed with two beautiful daughters, and I have my house.” She smiled and looked up.
“I know you are listening, but we love you, father. Bless my daughter with a handsome man.” She wished for something unusual.
“Mom?” I gave her a surprised look.
“What? I know you want your Mr. right more than your job,” she laughed out loud.
“Well, if you are saying then, let it be.” I winked at her and thanked God for accepting her prayer for me.
With this emotional, spiritual ride, we finished our breakfast.
As we were talking, we heard a knock on the door.
“Go, your gang is here,” my mom rolled her eyes.
I smiled and gave her a flying kiss.
As I opened the door, I saw Olivia and Ivy rushing inside and hugging my mom.
I sensed they came up with the plan, and we need my mom’s permission on that.
I raised my brow as I looked at Olivia, holding something in her hand.
“Omg, girls, calm down.” My mom felt like a sandwich in between their hugs.
“We need your permission to take Alyona to the masquerade ball.” Olivia opened her cards.
“Masquerade ball?” My mom raised her brows.
“Yeah, before you say no. I want to tell you, it’s a free entry. I have three passes, and my company organizes it for completing five years.”
Olivia spills everything in one breath.
My mom smiled as she read my face.
“Dress? I am not paying for anything,” my mom answered.
“Don’t worry. We will manage.” Ivy jumped.
My mom agreed, and she gave me permission for the ball.
“So, how are we doing this?” I asked.
Mom loved the way these two people made me happy. We don’t expect big things; these small moments we live with our friends and family will be our lifetime memory.Olivia and Ivy grabbed my hand as we went into my room.“I am leaving, Al,” mom called before leaving.I ran down and hugged her.“Thank you, mom, for everything you have done for Cassie and me.”A mother knows everything even when you don’t say it.“And thank you for allowing me to go with my friends.”I hugged her tightly.“Ok, ok... there is an envelope under my bed; you can take it for your shopping.” She patted my back.“No, mom. I don’t want money. I can manage by myself,” I answered.She touched my cheeks and said.“I know you are a big girl. But for me, you are still that little girl who wanted everything to be done by her mom.”She kissed my cheeks and took her coat from the hanger.“Mom,” I whispered.“Choose a beautiful dress for yourself. Maybe you will get your Mr. Right in that Masquerade ball.” She winked at me
~ALYONA~Standing in front of that gigantic mirror, it lost me in my thought surrounded by these beautiful creations.Indeed, Mario did his best at work. When passion becomes your profession, nothing can stop you.“He is the best,” We heard the screeching sound as another rack came into the room.Mario husked in his manly voice. “Girls, here is my collection. My Assistant will help you try these dresses.” He signaled towards his assistant and sat on the couch next to us.“So, who wants to go first?” Ivy said.We thought it would be good if Olivia started the show.The dress looks fantastic. I would say the red was not bold; it’s the red taken from fresh tomatoes; Olivia seemed so beautiful in that dress. It revealed her flawless skin in this dress. She wore a black mask and made a messy bun as we stared at her without saying a word. She shrugged at us, waiting for some compliment.“It’s gorgeous,” we said together.She gazed at Mario as Mario winked at her, taking pride in making such
Excited, we three settled n the taxi—the churning of thoughts, the turmoil of enthusiasm keeping us on our toes. As the tires screeched in front of the gigantic building, my heart skipped a beat, thinking what was waiting inside was more than enough for me. There were so many people entering the building.Olivia stopped us and told us to come from the back door.“Guys, follow me,” she said.“But why are we not going from this entrance?” We asked.“That is for VIP guests, and for employees, there is a back door.”We followed her and entered the back door while she was busy greeting her boss.Ivy and I walked inside and saw a beautiful sight.A gigantic chandelier was hanging in the middle of the hall, sprinkling colorful light over every being presented inside.The hall was filled with beautiful people; some held their masks while others covered their faces. That reminds us to wear masquerade masks.“Mask,” I said to Ivy.The booming sound and colorful lights filled our spirit with enjo
~Alyona~I walked on the floor with this unknown, handsome man.As we walked, every peer diverted toward us.All the girls filled their eyes with jealousy as their jaws dropped to the floor. He delicately kept his hand on my waist, and a shiver ran down my spine. Our eyes collide with each other for a few seconds. He looked forward and smiled.His smile could kill thousands, and I was one of them. He got a cute dimple on his right cheek. Oh! God, I want to die for this dimple. Keeping myself calm, I got busy looking around, people gawking at us. Again, with my stupidity, I was about to stumble, but he held my hand.“Are you ok?” He said.His manly voice brushed my ears and suppressed all the surrounding sounds. I wanted to hear my name in his husky voice. I blinked my eyes again and again as I was damn sure I was in my dream. Dancing with a handsome guy like him can only happen in my dreams. He touched me again and asked,“Are you ok?”“Yes,” I replied in a guttural voice.No, I was no
~Alexander~ The party was at a peak when I entered it. Rich people were showing off their brands and money. That is what the party was all about. Tucking my suit button, I scooped my eyes through the crowd. It’s all about the plastic beauty ready to lure you for your status and power. No genuine appreciation for the work; it’s all about showing off. The men were complimenting others wives, trying their luck for extramarital affairs, and some were ready to turn their business deals into sustainable relationships by tying their kid’s life together. I didn’t come here to check on these people, but because I wanted to celebrate our achievements with Esrael. I saw the arrangements and signaled my manager. “Is everything ok? Boss,” “No,” he wanted me to tell him where the room was for improvement. But as my employee, he should know and assess the situation by himself. “What do you think I don’t like here?” He looked around, trying to pinpoint, but found none. “You are fired,” I r
~ALYONA~ We reached home, but I left my heart with that stranger. His beautiful smile and hazel eyes caught my attention. Olivia was stressed about losing her job, as she was sure her boss saw her with me and he would ask her about us. Ivy warned her not to shout or talk to me about what had happened at the party. We all went to my home, as we were sure only my house would be where we could talk about the chaos I had made. We entered the house, ran towards the room, and hastily changed the dresses as if mom would see us in these expensive dresses; she would investigate everything. After changing the dresses, Olivia called the person who took the dresses to Mario with a thank you note. We three laid down on the bed; quietly. Nobody attempted to talk to me. I was quiet and lost in my thoughts. What a beautiful evening it was! It was the first time I felt good after meeting Shawn. It’s because of him I met this stranger. My mind was stuck, and kept repeating his touch and his passi
An entrenched feeling developed in their heart; whenever they thought about that beautiful incident, it made them smile. The reminiscence of that beautiful moment, although Alexander asked Olivia about that unknown girl the next day, which she quickly reasoned. She informed Ivy and Alyona about this reasoning and thanked them for feeding the answer in her mind. They met only once, but it seems they have known each other for a long time. Soft-hearted Alyona wanted to meet her, Mr. Right. She felt the man she met once and kissed could be her Mr. Right. She left everything in her God’s hand as she presented her desires in her prayers. “Father, It’s you and only you who knows what my heart wants, but I believe you will give me the best. If you want me to meet him, you will make the way. Amen,” She smiled and passed her kiss to her heavenly father before she went to sleep. It’s been two weeks; everything worked out for Olivia as her boss didn’t have clues that the stranger girl was her
Alyona After we finished our dinner, I waited for Olivia to come and help me prepare for tomorrow’s interview. I tried to call her, but it seemed like she was busy in her office. “Hello Olivia, where are you? I finished my dinner, waiting for you to come.” “Babe, I am so sorry. There is an emergency in our office. They fired most of the models from our company, and now we have to find new ones.” Olivia answered. I could hear her stretched breath as she was busy with her work. “I am sorry to hear that. You sound exhausted.” I answered. She heaved a low breath. “I am, Al,” “Let me call you once I am home,” she hung up the phone. Sighed, I stuffed my phone into my pocket. It’s time to prepare myself for the interview. I googled the top questions and the history of the company. The year it was established and how it grows day by day. The brands they like to work with, and all the basic questions related to time management. Some basic computer knowledge. I kept my folder ready wit