Over the next week, instead of going straight home after school, I've been making my way to a cute dress shop in the town square to find a dress for homecoming. As I enter the quaint, little shop, I think to myself: So this dance is about the stars, huh? Looks like I'm headed for some creative dress shopping. Today is Friday, so I need to find this dress today so I'll be ready for tomorrow. I look around the store for about an hour, until I find what seems to be the perfect dress peeking out from behind a hidden rack.It's a light purple and blue blended, high-low dress. It has a sheer material draping one shoulder and it has lightly dusted sparkles covering the material. The waist line has what looks like a shooting star made of the shiniest gems. The entire dress has lightly dusted sparkles and just perfectly touches the floor with the shoes that I had picked out days before. It's love at first sight and I absolutely need this dress. It's definitely meant to be because it's the right size and the price is within my budget, so I happily purchase it and run all the way back to my apartment. The first thing that I do is try it on and I can't believe my eyes.
"This dress is stunning! It's perfect for tomorrow! I have to show my parents!"
I call them on my video chat and they seem so impressed by the beautiful colors and the flowing materials. I find myself ranting on how finding this dress was meant to be and how lucky I got. I know that I'm probably boring my parents right now, so I decide to say goodnight to them and I sign off. I head over to the mirror and take one last look at myself before taking the dress off. Before I know it, the day is Saturday and I'm getting ready for the dance. I curl my short, blonde hair and put in swirled, silver gem bobby pins. I slip on the flawless, shimmery dress and look at myself in the mirror again.
"Oh, whoops! I almost forgot to put on my makeup!"
I laugh as I head over to the chest where my makeup is kept. I look in the mirror as I carefully apply my eye liner and mascara. I finish painting my face by carefully placing one small, silver gem next to each eye and now I feel ready. Finally, the doorbell rings and my heart starts to beat right out of my chest. I immediately run to the door, straighten myself up one last time, and open the door. There stands Donovan, and I can't help but smile and stare at him in awe. He looks amazing in his black tux and his tie, which just happens to look exactly like my dress. It has the exact same colors, and it was also lightly dusted with snowy sparkles. We look up at each other and laugh in amazement.
"Wow, Donovan, you look amazing. I can't believe this! Please, come on in!"
"Ya really do look more radiant than ever. Ya truly are my lady of the stars."
I feel myself blushing so much that I have to cover my face.
"Aw, that's really sweet. Thank you!"
Donovan walks over to me and takes me by the arm.
"Are we ready to go?"
"Let's do this!"
As we are walking, Donovan starts to tell me what people do at homecoming. With every word he says, it just gets better and better. We finally get to the school and as Donovan opens the door, the flashes of light escape through the cracks of the door. I step inside and everything looks totally transformed!
"Wow..."
I start to look around and everything is covered in anything glittery and the galaxy-like props are actually pretty cool. Donovan looks down to me as I still take in the atmosphere.
"Care to dance?"
He smiles and holds his hand out to me.
"Of course!"
I take his hand and he leads us into the gym where light beams off of the disco ball attached to the ceiling. Just as we find a good place to dance, a slow song comes on. Before I could ask Donovan if he wants to dance, he put his arms around my waist and we start dancing. I, honestly, can't believe how much has happened in the time being. Being here, in Scotland, and meeting Donovan and his family, is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I never thought that I would ever feel this happy, or comfortable for that matter, around someone. Just as I seem to be coming out of my thoughts, another couple bumps into us. Then another one and another. I'm starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, and I can tell that Donovan is too, because he moves a little closer to me.
"Why don't'we go somewhere else?"
"Sounds okay to me."
He takes my hand, but instead of moving to another spot, he takes us out of the gym, then leads us out of the school.