Chapter 2 - Take Off That Dress, Lily Goldmoore!
"Ahhhh!" A scream pierced through my lips as I fell into the abyss of buzzing colourful lights.
What even was it with all these bright damn fucking lights!
Where was this place and how could I get out of here? What was I doing here? How did this even happen to me?
'Are you there?!' I screamed at the voice in my head but I heard nothing in return.
Damn it!
Maybe I was in a psyche ward or something. Maybe I was high? Maybe I was too far gone.
Damn it.
CRASH!
My body slammed against the ground, a headache tearing through my head and then.., right then… I remembered how I got here.
It was my boobs!
They put me in this situation.
Ahhhhhhh—-
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"Lily Goldmoore, take off that dress!" Kyti slammed the bedroom door to our shared apartment open.
I jumped in my skin from fear before smiling.
"Don't let me tell you twice," she gritted, her voice lower.
"Ohhhhhhh, Miss Kyti Smith. That. Is. Hot." I winked. "Are you really sure you need help seducing that crush of yours?"
Kyti rolled her eyes, pushing her glasses up with a frustrated groan before sinking her hands into the pockets of her loose grey pants.
"Just take it off, Lily."
"Well, that's twice now." I chuckled, turning to the mirror to perfectly apply my red lipstick. "Desperate much?"
"Yes!" She took a step towards me. "Desperate enough to ensure my friend will not have a wardrobe malfunction in the middle of Maiytani City! They'll put you on the news." She dragged a breath. "You listen to me, young lady…"
Young lady?
We were both 25. She wasn't my mum or even old enough.
Ah, not this argument thing again.
"I will not let you let them make a meme out of you and say 'Hey, look at the friend of Kyti Smith having a wardrobe malfunction. Never!" She slammed her boot against the ground. "Not in this life, Lady."
"Kyti, you are not that big of a celebrity."
"Oh I am very known in the tech space you have no idea—-"
"Also, I'm sure they have other things—-"
"Take off the dress for goodness sake! Your chest can't even breathe in that."
She was right.
I was dying in here.
But I would rather DIE than take off this dress!
"My chest can breathe, thank you very much." I said, my throat hurting from the fact that I couldn't take a deep breath.
"You have better dresses. Other dresses—-"
"Sam gave me this one and I will wear the dress that Sam gave me."
"Why?"
My heart swelled with joy. "Don't you get it? It's Valentine's night. He asked me for the sizes of my fingers."
"And?"
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "He is proposing tonight!"
"And you want to get married to that?"
For goodness sake, not this again?
"What is wrong with him?"
"Everything!"
I shook my head, grabbed my phone and my bag. "Nothing is wrong—-"
"For once, he has never gotten the size of your dress correctly. Everything he gets you is always too small. I bet the ring is going to be small too." She folded her arms across her confidently. "Even after you've told him exactly what to get."
I cleared my throat uncomfortably, pushing my fingers through my curls. "That—- that is because—-" I cleared my throat again and looked sharply at her. "I'm a curvy lady, Kyti. He is not used to that."
"He has been dating you for four years."
I shrugged my shoulders and began to walk to the bedroom door. "I'm not having this conversation. Sam loves me and that is enough. Not dress sizes or some other bullshit!"
"If he truly loved you, it wouldn't be so much of an hassle for him to remember these little things about you." She yelled after me as I walked out of the room into the adjoining living room.
Rage boiled in me.
I loved Kyti to the moon and back but fuck, she was making me want to drive a screwdriver through her eyeballs.
Could she just shut up?
"What do you even know about love?!" I snapped, turning sharply in her direction. "You've never been in love with anything or anybody since I have known you. What?! Do you want me to end up lonely and sad as you?!"
She stilled in the bedroom's doorway.
It hit me then.
I didn't just say that. Not to Kyti. How dare I say that?!
"Kyti, I'm sorry—- I'm sorry—-"
"Save it. You can run off to the love of your life, Sam, and we will deal with that when you come back."
"I am so sorry, Kyti."
"I do not care, Lily." She pushed something into her blonde bun. "What I care about is you taking off that stupid dress."
I gritted my teeth. "Over my dead body."
The air in the room froze.
Then a wicked grin spread across her face.
I blinked.
Did I—- did someone just dump me into a horror movie or something?
She reached into the kitchen doorway… and pulled out a butcher knife.
…
Alright.
Maybe she was a little serious.
"That can be arranged."
Ah, crazy bitch!