It Looks a Lot Like Love

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me.

I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

"Now turn around and tell me what you see girl," She said while swirling my chair around to face the mirror.

To say I was speechless was an understatement, the face that stared back at me was not mine. A few drops of tears fell before I could hold them in. This was the closest I've ever been to perfection.

"Do I see tears? Well, if you ruin this perfectly set face-beat, be rest assured that I won't be forgiving you in a hurry." Catherine snapped.

I quickly wiped my eyes and stood still fixing my gaze on the mirror. Catherine moved slowly and stood beside me while wrapping an arm around my shoulder. We didn't talk, just absorbed the words of silence and stared at each other's faces in the mirror.

"You are beautiful." Catherine finally said and another tear dropped. Those were the exact words I'd yearned to hear from Pete but sadly, never got them.

"Thank you, Cathy, you are beautiful too," I replied with a smile.

Catherine was indeed beautiful. She had very long thick lashes and cute big eyes that fit perfectly on her round face. Fat cheeks and full attractive cheeks with well-accentuated curves and a beautiful heart as well. All the things I didn't have but wish I did.

"Tonight is the night when you my girl takes back fully what truly belongs to you," Catherine said with a wink while proceeding to adjust her earring in the mirror.

I smiled and picked up my purse from the table.

"Let's start going already, I'm sure we don't want to keep the gents waiting."

"Sure!" Catherine reiterated while doing some of her hot girl's dance moves in front of the mirror.

Pete was already waiting for us outside. Well dressed in a pair of jeans, White sneakers, and a multicolored shirt. He looked adorable, to say the least, and I couldn't help gushing shamelessly at the sight of him.

"Hi, we both finally said together after a very awkward long minute of silence. I giggled afterward after he held my hand and drew me into a tight warm embrace.

"Wow! I didn't know you could ever look this beautiful" He said and it felt weird cause I didn't know the right reply to give. I managed to mutter a faint" Thank you"

"Okay lovebirds, enough of all this mushy gushy sweet nothingness. Can we just get going already?" Catherine cut in and that was when I remembered that she was right there with us.

"Holla Catherine, you look very beautiful as usual," Pete said with a widespread smile plastered on his face while holding her hand and kissing it slowly and softly. I felt a thump in my chest and suddenly wished he did that to me too.

"Thank you, Pete. You look dashing as well"

Catherine added. For a moment, she sounded like she was flirting with him but I quickly dismissed the thought. If there was one thing I knew for sure, it was the fact that Catherine always got my back and would never stab me behind.

All through the ride, Pete held on tightly to my hand and would occasionally throw side glances at me with a smile as well.

We got to our venue something past midnight and I soon as I stepped out of the car, I was wowed. The whole place was magnificent and there were lots of strange but welcoming faces.

The music was loud so I could barely hear a thing Catherine was saying to me. She made finger signals which I failed to understand, then disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone with my man, Pete.

He drew me closer to himself and held me tightly by the waist while at the same time moving me slowly toward the bar. He pulled out a seat for me and sat only after I did. The whole perfect gentleman thing was really interesting and a part of me secretly hoped it would continue eventually.

We sat for some minutes staring deep into the eyes of each other and ignoring the drinks we came there for. He would occasionally rub my cheeks, caress my ear lobe and lean in to give me mind-blowing but brief kisses. The intense public display of affection made me fall in love with him over and over again.

Shortly after, we moved to the dance floor, although I was a little tipsy, I put lots of energy into my steps and danced like never before. I was no longer feeling self-aware and too conscious of my environment. I didn't feel like I was getting the steps all wrong and Pete was going to sneer at me from behind. All those thoughts faded away in an instant and the only thoughts I had left were that of me, in his arms, completely lost and buried in his firm embrace. I suddenly wanted so many things I didn't know I could ever desire. I wanted to do life with Pete.

We went slow dancing and for once, Pete's large hands never left my waist. His grip got tighter as the music and there was no better feeling than what I felt at the moment.

I didn't know how it happened, but the music stopped abruptly and I raised my head at the same time only to make eye contact with him. My eyes widened at the sight of him and Pete followed my gaze to meet his. I saw the mixed up confusion and anger in his face but I was too preoccupied in my thoughts to pay proper attention.

He was Shirtless and had a guitar.