Chapter 6 6

My eyes opened to reveal the familiar surroundings of my room. But there was too much light here. I quickly shut my eyes again, the amount of light unbearable. I blinked a few times and my eyes adjusted to the light. I tried to remember what happened and the previous day burst?into awareness. It was Saturday. I rolled over, eager to feel my soft bed on my back, but I was greeted by nothing but air. "Aah!" I screamed as I fell down from the bed on my back. I quickly got up. My back hurt. My eyes drifted to the clock on my bedside table and my eyes widened in shock. It was nine in the morning. What happened to my 5 am wake up policy? I had to be at the café?before ten! I quickly grabbed some clothes and a towel and went into the washroom. I quickly brushed my teeth, getting rid of my morning breath. I showered quickly and made myself some toast and omelette. After breakfast, I picked up my bag and locked my apartment. I walked towards the café. When I pushed open the door of the café, Mrs. Odin smiled at me pleasantly. Olivia was sipping on her favorite cold coffee and she looked up and smiled at me. I returned her smile. "Why are you two young ladies so up and early on such a lazy Saturday morning?" Mrs. Odin asked us. She had a magazine in her hands and she looked up at us from behind her big, round spectacles. "Nothing. We wanted to help you with the work at the café," Olivia answered way too quickly and Mrs. Odin narrowed her eyes at her. Olivia was never a punctual person, I was. Me being here early on a lazy Saturday morning was no surprise. However, Olivia being here early on a lazy Saturday morning was just not normal. "Spill," She ordered. Olivia gave her a sheepish smile and shook her head. "It's really nothing, Mrs. Odin. We like to help you. I mean, with your old age and all, it's a wonder how you manage this café?so well." "Okay," Mrs. Odin rubbed her palms together. "Enough with the buttering. Now you," Mrs. Odin pointed a finger at me, "tell me. Are you going on a date or something? Don't be shy. Tell me who he is." She pinched my cheeks. "Is he cute like you? Come on, don't be shy." "It's really nothing. Olivia wanted to attend her friend's stupid party and she's dragging me along," I told her. "And so you two want to leave early for that." Mrs. Odin stated, completing the story for me. "Yep," I confirmed. Please, Mrs. Odin, don't say yes. Say no. "Alright. You two can have the evening and Sunday off," She stated finally. Nothing happened the way I wish it would. How great. "I have to go and visit my grandnephew anyway so the café would remain closed." "Really?!" Olivia squealed and she ran up to her and hugged the life out of poor Mrs. Odin. "Thank you! How old is he?" "He's two months old. And you two deserve a holiday. You work so hard at the café. Go and have some fun. Live a little," Yeah because we were the living dead right now. Zombies. "You're the best, Mrs. Odin! Thank you so much!" Olivia said, visibly excited for the party and I rolled my eyes at her childish excitement. The rest of the day flew by quickly. Being the start of the weekend, it was quite a busy day. It would even be more crowded in the evening. I hoped Mrs. Odin could manage. I offered her my help again, not to escape the party, but genuinely concerned about her. She was old and everything, so I hope she would be able to do everything. Though Nick, another worker under her would be with her. At last, the ancient, slightly rusted clock showed that it was already way past six. As if on cue, Olivia emerged from behind the counter. "Come on. We can go now. We have to get ready for the party." I groaned at the mention of the party but nevertheless we headed out of the café. I would be getting ready at Olivia's place because she had the dress and make up. I was going to take a big risk and trust Olivia with my appearance because I was too illiterate in that field. We entered Olivia's apartment and went straight to her bedroom. She opened her closet and began rummaging through it to find a dress suitable for me. She had a big closet. At least bigger than mine. Not too small, not too big but fairly decent. "Ah," she exclaimed as she pulled out a black dress off of the hanger. I stared at the dress. It was something, and it was beautiful. "Wear this. It would look really good on you," She said and handed the dress to me. I nodded, taking it from her and making my way to her bathroom. I slid into the outfit and walked out of the bathroom. Olivia looked up from whatever she was doing to look at me. She smiled and nodded her head in approval. "You look great. See for yourself." I turned to look at the mirror. I looked good. "Thanks for the dress. It's beautiful," I said to Olivia. "We're not done here. There's still make up and hair remaining." "Okay," I agreed, knowing that my unskilled hands would probably turn myself into a clown. I rarely dressed up or put any make up on. It wasn't that I didn't like doing it, it was just that I didn't know how to no matter how much Olivia taught me. Olivia made me sit on a chair facing the mirror and started to curl my hair at the ends. She left my long and straight hair loose on my back and pinned some hair on the front behind my ear and away from my face. She then started doing the make up. Apart from the lipstick and mascara, I didn't know what the other things were but I did remember her mentioning something called blush, lip gloss and eye liner. She was done with my make up in quite some time and then she started with her own. After half an hour, she walked out of the bathroom looking drop dead gorgeous. She was wearing a tight red dress with a small slit revealing her thigh and a deep neckline. "Let's go. We're ready, I guess." "Yeah." Olivia slipped into her red high heels and I wore my three inch black heels that I was probably wearing for the first time. "It's going to be so much fun. I can already tell." I nodded at her unenthusiastically. I just wanted to get this over and done with. Little did I know that the party I was about to attend was going to change my life forever. For better or for worse, I could only guess.