Fallen (Fallen 1)

“Of course; if it weren’t for you I’d have never gotten my own company.”

“Alright,” she said shrugging her shoulders and depositing her wallet back in her oversized bag.

“Thank you so much,” I said.

“No problem. But when people coming running at you asking you where you got that gorgeous dress say ‘From the AH-MAZING designer Christian Felicio.’”

“I will,” I said laughing.

Diana turned and started walking away to leave. “Thanks Christian,” she said with a wave of her hand.

“Bye,” I said and followed her out.

Once we got to her car we hung up our dresses and drove home.

Friday came much too soon. I wasn’t really looking forward to going to the dance. I had never really gotten into things like dances. I knew that if Jonathon was here with me I would be looking forward to this and have a good time and put my fears about dancing in public to rest but instead I was dreading it because of Isaac. I knew he was excited to be going with me. He insisted that he was fine just being friends but I could tell he still wanted more. I had told him that I’d be getting ready with Diana at her house and to pick me up there.

Diana and I spent the entire afternoon and part of the evening getting ready. It wouldn’t have taken me long to get ready myself but she insisted on styling me.

Diana sat me down in front of her vanity an array of makeup and hair materials spread out on the table surface.

She applied a stormy gray to my eyelids along with a smidge of dark blue to go with my dress. She applied bronzer to my already olive toned skin and some soft blush. She applied lots of mascara to my semi-long eyelashes and navy eyeliner around my eyes. I had straightened my hair and she pulled it back into a fancy up do.

“Can I look in the mirror yet?” I asked turning my head towards it. She grabbed my head so that I couldn’t.

“No you have to wait until you put your dress on so you get the full affect,” she said holding my dress out for me to take.

“Okay,” I sighed.

I slipped into my dress easily. I hated to admit it but I was actually enjoying getting dressed and fixed up. It was a nice change. I just wished Jonathon could see me.

I tried desperately to push that thought away. I could not let thoughts of Jonathon ruin my night. Tonight I’m letting go. He isn’t coming back and I’m going to move on. I have to live my life whether he’s art of it or not.

She turned me to her floor length mirror and the image in it shocked me. I looked gorgeous. No, I looked like a goddess. There was color in my cheeks and the bags under my eyes had magically disappeared.

“Diana, you are a miracle worker.”

“You like it?”

“I love it. I could never have accomplished this myself.”

“Thanks,” she said turning back to her mirror.

Diana put some last touch ups on her makeup even though it was unnecessary. We left her room and she went down the steps. I took a moment to breathe.

Everything was going to be okay I repeated over and over again in my head. I just needed to have fun tonight.

I put my hand on the railing and began my descent. Isaac stood at the bottom; his jaw hanging. I blushed. It was nice to be looked at like that. But really I only wanted Jonathon’s eyes on me.

Kylie! He is not coming back! He does not love you! I silently scolded myself.

“Wow,” said Isaac taking my hand and kissing it. “You look . . . amazing.” He stuttered.

“Thanks,” I said.

Isaac and I followed behind the others and down the steps to the driveway. In front of us was a white stretch limo. My eyes widened in surprise and I could tell from Isaac’s posture that he was too.

“Surprise,” said Diana turning around to look at me.