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💘7: SEVEN💘

WHEN the makeup artist is done with doing your face, you stare into the mirror and begin to wonder if you are actually the one reflecting in it just like you always do. You lean forward towards the shiny glass as if to properly look into it, as if you could see something that you could not see from afar from that closer position. Unfortunately, like always, you see nothing and lean back slowly, kind of disappointed. You are disappointed because you know that it is all makeup. You are not as pretty as the substance made you to be. That was probably the reason why Perpetual had chosen to leave you.

You stand to your feet and check out the plain lavender off shoulder outfit you had had to choose in a hurry on your way to work courtesy of Marcus. The gown suits you very well, hugging your thick curvy body snuggly. Now that you were proud of. It was your self esteem as a woman. You took pride in the fact that your thighs were thick and your butt full with flesh. It was a blessing of nature that not many women had -and you had it. You smile into the mirror, happy at the picture you present.

The smile somehow takes you back to Jess because you suddenly feel as if yours isn't as beautiful as hers. Her smile had been gorgeous, romantic. It was the kind of smile that was touching, pleasing, capable of healing anyone. It was the kind that could bring light, warmth and life. But, though her eyes were full of life, there was something dead about her to you. You could feel it all the way at the base of your spinal cord.

It was the kind of feeling that you could not shake off because if you felt it on the spine, it meant that it was very dangerous. You come from a family of psychic and though noone in your family did dabble in such, none of you ever liked to ignore your eerie feelings because they were always ever right.

You turn away from the mirror and to the door the moment someone steps into the room. You discover the intruder to be none other than Hilda. You assume that she was here to inform you that the Jimjams have arrived. She smiles at you and just stands, staring for a moment.

'What?' you finally say to her with a laugh. She shakes her pretty head at you and walks up to you.

'I am just admiring how good you always look when you want to do an interview. The transformation always never ceases to surprise me,' she says to you. The huge compliment plants a huge grin on your face.

'Oh Hilda! I love you, you know?' you say embracing her.

'Yes, I know you do. That is why I hate you so much,' she says with a squeal. 'You disgust me,' she continues with a perfectly wonderful French accent and a mock gurgling sound of vomiting.

'You petty thing!' you tease her before you release her. She smiles up at you and you remember once when you both had tried to date each other. Well, it had been some messed up shit and you both had realized that you were made to be friends that love each other and not lovers. Mind you, not romantic love, but agape love.

'Now now three of the hotties have arrived and the remaining two are yet to drop in. I think the universe is doing you a favour. The first time you are late for an interview and the interviewees all choose to be late,' she points out. 'I think they were stranded in the traffic that held you up. The rest two are still stuck in it. I envy you. I totally do you prig,' she giggles.

'Well baby, you ain't seen nothing yet. I'm too lucky to be walking the earth you know?' Her palms go to your mouth to cover them.

'Yen yen yen! Shut the fuck up before I ruin your makeup,' she babbles, mimicking your voice so perfectly that you can't help but laugh so loudly your stomach began to hurt.

'Oh Hilda, You need to stop doing that instantly,' you say.

'Now would be the best time to update me on the blaring news of the day,' she says to you. You stare at her with unsure eyes because you can't seem to comprehend just what she is trying to say to you.

'And by that you mean?' She stared at you for the longest of times before she scoffs irritatedly. She looks away only to look back at you and scoff again. And this time it was accompanied with an extremely long and pretty annoyed hiss.

'You shit head!' she exclaims. 'You mean to tell me that you do not know what it is you are supposed to be updating me about?' When you say nothing in reply to her question, she hisses angrily.

'I won't know if you don't tell me what it is Hilda, you know?'

'You are really hopeless April,' she snaps at you with frustration written over her face.

'Colour me shocked at your statement,' you jibe at her. She eyes you impatiently.

'You deserve a bucket of ice over your frozen head you oaf.' You begin to laugh because now your friend is pissed and frustrated, just what you had intended.

'Alright Hilda, I will tell you all about my hot night with that brunette,' you finally pacify her, cackling with mischievous laughter. Her eyes widen as she realizes that she had been played by you.

'You marra fecking nuisance! How dare you do that to me?! You think this is funny. I will show you funny,' she says and makes to smack you on the shoulder.

'Her tongue was literally magic' -her hands stop midway- 'Hilda. She ran it everywhere. She marked all of it and I let her. Damn! No one has ever made me feel that good, took me that high and let me crash with such careless abandon. It was pure Urim and Thummim babe.'

'That... felt good to hear,' she says as her hands lower to her side with a shrug of indifference. But her facial expression says something else. They betray the fact that she had loved your wonderful description.

'Erotic right?'

'Sounds like the heaven I haven't been to in a while,' she all but murmured. You cackle, completely understanding her. Her girlfriend, Staycee has been out of town for almost two weeks and your friend sounded sexually frustrated at the moment.

'When is Staycee due?'

'No end time in sight and you didn't have to ask that and get on my nerves bitch,' she snaps.

'Oh someone is extremely needy,' you all but moaned.

'Get out,' she says and finally smacks you on the shoulder. Although it doesn't hurt, you pretend to double over and cry out. 'Are you alright?' she asks suddenly turning into the ever caring and worried mother that she could be sometimes.

'Of course I am,' you say looking up at her with a smile.

'You twerp,' she says staring at you and shaking her head. You shake your head at her too and you both laugh.

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