beautiful,” she expressed. “But you’ll be more
after some, maybe just a little touch from my playful hands,” Then
she let me seat on her lovely chair and started the tricks. I have
actually a long hair and it’s brown. When she said that I’m
beautiful, she said she means it. She means it in a way that she
doesn’t need to make my hair so complicated, that all I need is to
show my face even more. So she thought of me having natural flowing
hair. But she made a twist from it. She mentioned “show my face
even more” so she thought of doing a big pompadour to it. She did
it like you would on your hair normally, then she made some twist
and pinned it to secure it. Then she created a ponytail with the
rest of my hair then wrapped the top hair around the ponytail and
secured it with some bobby pins. As simple as that. She added there
it’s pretty and classy. “That’s the more there,” she said as she
faced me in the mirror after the magic has happened. I admit she’s
so genius. She just made my hair the beautiful as she promised it
would be. I gave her another smile. “Now off you go. Show your man
that charm you have.” she whispered to me last.
After that, we found our way at Hermès, the
Paris made boutique, that’s at Highland Park Village. There, the
staffs of the store are already waiting for me. They gave me three
choices and the strapless sage-green dress overshadowed them all. I
like it because of the sweetheart neckline and the skinny metallic
gold belt of it. Then I paired it with the same metallic
accessories just to show off my Texan fair skin.
At half past five in the afternoon, I
finished everything so I headed back to the car and finally found
our way to our last destination, The French Room, a French
restaurant at The Adolphus, Commerce Street. As I enter the place I
can already feel the atmosphere and it’s embracing me. It’s
actually a feeling of being in a real date. I know this would be
our third meeting but I don’t know, I feel like it’s the first
time. As I roam the area with my eyes the thrill began to get
heavy. I can’t find any people inside so it feels so quiet. I feel
like I’m alone. But before I reached the table at the edge of the
room, I saw a man standing beside it. He is wearing black suits.
And I can see how the suits fit him very well. I can see the gray
colored tie firmly attached around his neck; it’s good in the eyes.
I can see his hair, it’s sexy. I can see his face, his eyes looking
and waiting for me, and his lips just waiting to smile. I can see
Walter Wright, he’s just outrageously handsome.
“You are stunning,” he said as I get closer
to him. “I love the way you look tonight,”
I gave him my sweet smile, “And you are
beautiful,” I said back to him. That’s right, he’s just
irresistibly hot. I didn’t take my eyes away from him because I
just can’t. I am totally stuck at him for a moment. I am watching
him and waiting for his next move.
He cut his stare, led me to the chair, and
asked me to sit. Then he sat on the other side too. After that, he
handed something to me. I looked at it and it’s a small brown box.
“Open it,” he followed. So I took it and followed what he
instructed me. There, a gold necklace with a circular jade pendant
unfolded right before my eyes. I turned back to him and he’s
looking at me. “I want you to wear it,” he said. Then he stood up
again and reached me on my chair. He spread his hand in front of me
so I gave him the box back. He took the necklace out there and at
last hanged it around my neck.
I can feel it, the lace sitting around my
neck. I can feel the weight of the stone dangling on it. I can feel
the warmth it brings. Oh gosh, what is this I’m feeling now? “Thank
you,” There’s just nothing I can say aside from that word. I’m
totally speechless.
It is here when they started serving us the
food. Red wine follows. Then us consuming them. “So, how was school
today?” he asked
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