“You make it great. The model that wore this dress looked like a blueberry, but you look like a fucking shiny blue solitaire.”
I giggled at her analogy. Ivy was so goofy sometimes.
“You are crazy…but thank you so much. I just hope I don’t mess it up or anything.”
I said, suddenly realizing I was responsible for a dress that could probably buy me the car I have been needing.
“You won’t. They wouldn’t really notice anyway. I just need it back Sunday afternoon, I think.”
I nodded in understanding. My phone went off with another email. It was from Sasha.
Hello Dear,
I am so anxious to see the floral arrangement you created. I know it is probably impeccable. Please accept the car I am sending to your residence. See you tonight.
-Sasha.
I read the words over and over. She was sending me a car? It made me feel giddy and official. I wondered how she got my address, but remembered she had sent Dan here once or twice for a certain plant food I didn’t carry in the stores, and I had shipped flowers to her from here too.
“What is it?” Ivy broke my reverie.
“Oh, nothing. Sasha is sending me a car to take me to the gala.”
She wiggled her brow in excitement. “Oh, fancy. I’m so happy for you.” She gave me the best hug she could so as to not wrinkle my dress or anything.
I only waited a few more minutes before the buzzer went off downstairs. Ivy never had to ring it because the door man knew her by now. I was surprised this place even had one of those, seeing as it was already in a subpar neighborhood.
“That’s him, your chariot awaits.”
“You should stick around here if you want.” Ivy didn’t have a car either, and I didn’t really want her walking home in the dark.
“Sure. I’ll probably finish your frozen dinners though.” She giggled softly.
I grabbed my phone and thin black wallet. I wished my phone fit inside of my wallet, but it didn’t.
“No problem. Thank you so much for all your hel
p, I literally wouldn’t be able to go if you hadn’t helped me.” She made a sad face as she clutched her chest.
“Aww, it was my pleasure. You’re my best friend.”
I smiled and set off before I left the driver waiting too long. It was odd, going down the dingy staircase in this elaborate gown and makeup. But once I made it outside, it all came into perspective. The driver was easy to place, his tailored suit made sure of that.
“Miss Michelle, correct?” I nodded.
“Just Emilia.”
He was an older man, his face hardened and his hair was a salt and pepper color. He had muscle on him too, he might be a bodyguard as well, but I doubted Sasha would send me a body guard just to go to a gala.
He opened the back door to a sleek, black sedan for me. I didn’t know cars, but maybe it was a Mercedes. He shut the door behind me and quickly walked to the other side. I settled into the plush leather seat and buckled myself in.
“The drive isn’t long, but once we get there we may have traffic. Sasha told me to bring you around the back if need be.” He explained to me.
“Thank you.” I wanted to see the front entrance under the moon light, how the flowers would look under the twinkling lights the decorators hung.
In time, I guess. I just had to get in the place first before I got ahead of myself. I was nervous already, my fingers twiddling of their own accord. I pointed the vent fan towards me so I wouldn’t have any nervous sweats too. I just needed to relax.
He clicked on some smooth jazz music, and I felt like was stepping into a night I could only dream about.