Chapter 6 Chapter Six
"Why is the couch like that?" I asked Devin when I noticed a pile of clothes, mainly suits, scattered all over it.
"I'm going to a party tonight. Julia said I should invite you, but she wasn't sure whether you'd accept," he replied, digging through the clothes, maybe looking for something specific.
"I'm not interested in going to any party," I replied, taking a seat.
It'll be full of rich, cocky people who think they're on top of the world because they have it all. If I were rich, I can't deny I wouldn't feel as good as they do, but it's also good to be humble. How many of them actually help the poor?
I'm not a saint, but we're only human. One day, we'll all die and leave our riches behind. So why not share it now and let the poor feel good too?
"I had a feeling you would say no. Is it because you don't like Julia? Or me perhaps? Or you just don't want to get too involved with us?" he asked looking at me.
"I didn't say I didn't like anyone. I just don't want to be around rich people who will only get on my nerves. And besides, I don't even understand why she would invite me. I'm no one and I don't have anything spectacular to wear and there is no way, I'm going to party and looking like filth," I told him blandly.
He shook his head before picking up a royal blue suit that screamed expensive.
"Tell you what, if you help me find the perfect suit, I'll get you a dress and maybe some accessories too. Julia is inviting you to a party that not many people get to attend, and you shouldn't turn it down. She wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there."
I groaned inwardly.
I didn't want to go but what did I have to lose? Perhaps my sanity while being around so much rich people. I saw him pick up a plaid suit that didn't seem right for a night party.
"I don't think that one fits the occasion. Maybe try the black suit with the bow tie," I said with a small shrug.
"You're right. I'll be right back," he said, walking off.
He was definitely rich. Most of the clothes were Armani, Versace, or Gucci. I don't think I've ever even worn those brands before. He came back a few minutes later, looking really good. The suit fit him well, even though there wasn't much contrast between his complexion and the color.
"What's your fashion style?" he asked, holding up his phone to take a picture.
"Cheap, comfy, seasonal, and wearable," I replied without a second thought.
He walked off and came back a few minutes later dressed in his original clothes.
"Alright. It's time for you to look just as good," he said, picking up his keys.
"I just want to look normal," I grumbled quietly as I followed behind him.
A short drive later, we pulled up to a place that made my jaw drop.
"This place looks… expensive," I said, staring at the three story building called Diva Davina. I got out of the car with Devin and followed him inside, hands tucked in my coat pockets. The interior was spectacular, filled with people shopping to their heart's content.
This was a place that screamed luxury. Everything was eye-catching and insanely gorgeous.
"I'm going to talk to a friend. Find something nice to wear," he said before heading over to a woman who was checking a rack of clothes.
I turned away and sighed. I wasn't used to shopping in luxurious stores.
A sign a few feet away caught my eye, and after reading it I learned that the fancy dresses were on the second floor. I made my way to the escalator without telling Devin because he didn't look like he wanted to be disturbed.
The second floor was even more beautiful than the first. A few collection pieces to the side were on sale, and I noticed the discount percentages.
"Hello, how may I help you? Looking for something chic, sexy or perhaps romantic?" a worker asked giving me a warm smile.
She was dressed in a black leather skirt suit. Her hair was short and curly, and her eyes were a deep shade of brown. The pearl earrings complimented her nude pink lipstick perfectly. I glanced at her name tag. It read Tiffany.
"I'm looking for something fancy to wear to a party," I said. Her eyes lit up as she smiled, the expression accentuating her cheeks.
"Follow me. We have these collections personally made by the owner's wife. They are to die for," she said, glancing at me.
I followed her into a smaller section of the building where different fashion collections were displayed behind glass.
"So, what's your favorite color?" she asked, clasping her hands together.
"I like black, white, brown, or gray," I replied, and she let out a small frown.
Did I say something wrong?
"I suppose you want to stand out and perhaps be the centre of attention... right?" she then asked, tilting her head at me.
"Not really," I replied calmly. I don't want to be the centre of attention, I'd rather be invisible. Plus, I don't think I wanted to stay too long.
"Give me a second please."
I sat down after watching her walk away. I didn't need anything too expensive because I don't want to be a burden to Devin and even thou he is rich, I won't be the one to take advantage of him.
Tiffany came back a few minutes later with about three dresses on a rack. They were all red but beautiful nonetheless. She handed them to me and pointed to the changing room. Once inside, I started stripping my clothes while admiring how big the room was especially the mirror.
I pulled on a knee length strapless dress that fit perfectly from the bust to the hemline. It had an exquisite draped detail decorated with diamonds. I stared at myself for a few seconds, realizing I had curves for the gods. I had never paid much attention to my body after my past. In fact, I never really wore tight fitting clothes.
I looked at the other dresses, but deep down I knew this was the one. I smiled. I had not planned on wearing anything fancy, but I couldn't deny how beautiful I would look among the crowd.
After changing back into my original clothes, I left the room holding the dress close to me.
"I want this one," I said handing her the ones I didn't try.
"Good choice. A nice pair of heels, either black or silver, will make you look outstanding. If you'll excuse me," she said before walking away toward another customer.
"There you are."
Devin looked slightly annoyed, as if he had been trying to find me for a while.
"Sorry, but I found something nice," I said, handing him the dress. His eyes lit up as he examined it. He looked back and forth between it and my body, leaving me with a confused glare.
"Okay. I have something important to do so is this all you want?" he asked looking at me.
I thought about wearing a pair of heels, but it had been so long since I last wore any, and honestly, I didn't want to risk falling in a room full of people.
"No, I'm good," I replied and he nodded.
We left the section, and I followed him to cash the dress. I'd just stick with a pair of black flats I had at home. It was better to wear something comfortable than something that made me feel either naked or like I was walking on needles.
"I'll see you at home," he said before hopping into his car and driving away. It wasn't home to me, just a house I was staying in.
I glanced to my right and saw two guys dragging a woman from the side of the store. People were watching as she tried to fight back, but before I could even take another breath, she was shoved onto the sidewalk. What made it worse was that everyone just walked away after it happened.
I walked straight up to the guys who were about to go back inside but stopped when they noticed a serious woman standing in front of them.
"Why did you pull her away?" I asked, crossing my arms.
The guy on the right rolled his eyes, but the other one decided to speak.
"She was making people uncomfortable. Can't you see that she's homeless?" he said, and I was already annoyed just by his voice.
"Homeless or not, you think it's right to push her? What if she had broken some bones or even worse, lost her life?" I shouted angrily.
I hated what just happened. Just because someone isn't at your level or status doesn't mean you should treat them like dirt. We all have feelings.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but I don't have time for this. She was making people uncomfortable, and that's bad for business. If you had a job, you'd know that."
I wanted to punch him so badly, but I held back. I groaned and turned to help the lady, but she was already up, holding her side.
"Are you alright?" I asked. She nodded before turning and walking away slowly.
I reached into my bag and took out five dollars before placing it into her cup. She smiled and I smiled back before hailing a cab that was coming my way.
I got in with only one thought in mind, I hope I do not end up regretting going to this party.