I stare at the reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back at me.
I had met Rosie at the mall earlier that day, begging her to help me get sensational for my date.
After Rosie had squealed and danced at the news Cal was back, she immediately went into Diva mode, dragging me to the hair salon.
I wasn't holding out much hope they could fit me in, it was a Saturday after all.
A petite blonde girl called Molly had a cancellation and was all too excited to get her hands on my unruly mop. She had scrubbed, snipped and blow dried to within an inch of her life. I was astounded someone so small and slight could have such strength! She teased my hair into silky curls that tumbled down my shoulders, complete with caramel highlights. Molly ran some 'product' through my hair and some three hours later from walking in I was 'done.'
Rosie stares at me agape as I pay Molly, making sure to give her a heavy tip.
I feel almost awkward, not wanting to mess up the curls. Rosie walks over whistling.
"Ouch. Cal is going to die, you look insanely hot momma!"
I giggle, linking arms with her as we make our way out of the salon, watched by a smiling Molly. Next stop was all the stores- we trawled through so many- Rosie getting agitated because she didn't know where I was going that evening. In the end I sent a text to Cal asking for a location as I needed to know what to wear, to which he replied with;
Dress however the fuck you like- you won't be wearing it long. We are going somewhere nice, I promise.
I had butterflies in my tummy as I read it.
Rosie rolls her eyes.
"They really do just think with their cocks dont they?"
I shrug, remembering that morning fondly. In the end we settle on a simple yet figure hugging black dress, the back exposed.
Later that evening, I stare at myself in the mirror again, waiting anxiously for Cal to pick me up. I wore a diamonte choker, and I had gone all the way with the make up. I had followed a tutorial on YouTube on 'smoky eyes' and nude lips.
I finishe the lipliner on my lips as the doorbell rang. I squeal, grabbing my black fur collared jacket. I was careful walking down the stairs in my heels, desperately trying not to slip.
My Dad had answered the door, and was standing at the bottom of the stairs talking with Cal, a relaxed expression on his face. Clearly Mom had had a word.
I smile as they break off their conversation to watch me descend the stairs.
My Mom walked in from the kitchen, her eyes resting on me. She smiles in delight, her hands flying to her mouth as I saw tears fill her eyes. I felt for them- they didn't get to see me go to prom, this was as good as that to them. It was Cal who took my breath away, his jaw dropping as he watches me walk towards him.
"You look absolutely, beautiful, wow I am a lucky man."
I could tell he was trying to behave in front of my parents, but as his eyes drank me in I could see his thoughts were not that of a behaved man, more likely depraved.
My father watches him carefully, as did I. He is wearing a black suit with a black tie. His long hair had been cut back to its previous length and slicked back, making me focus on his chiseled jawline which was now devoid of any hairs.
He raises my hand to his and kisses it softly, his eyes on mine.
My parents stood watching us, my Mother coming over to kiss me lightly on both cheeks, whispering, "Be safe, and if you aren't coming home, text me."
I look at her in surprise and she winks, as she slides an arm around my Dad's waist.
"Have a good night honey and Cal, look after her."
My father raises his eyebrows at him as he says this, and Cal nods his head.
"Absolutely Mr Red, you have my word."
My father crosses his arms and watches us leave, his chest puffed out with pride. We left into the chilly evening air, the door closing behind us.
"Cal you look amazing, can we just go to yours?" I murmur huskily, as he holds my hand, indicating in front of him.
"Or the back of this?"
I follow his gaze to see a sleek black limo stretched out in front of my house. I gasp, halting as I take it in.
Cal laughs, clearly pleased with my reaction. A driver stands at the door which he holds open for me, holding his hand out as I climb in. I've never been in a limo before and I couldn't believe my eyes.
I slide into a seat which curled its way from the door and around the length of the limo, a bar in front of that complete with champagne on ice.
I turn to see a huge bouquet of roses lying next to the champagne, with a note attached. My heart thuds in my chest as Cal slides in the seat next to me, kissing my shoulders.
"You look and smell good enough to eat."
He looks up at me then, following my gaze to the roses. He hands me the bouquet and I reach for the note. I realise the limo is now moving and I squeal with excitement. I slid the note out and it simply read;