The Heartbroken - S01 E112

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The Heartbroken - S01 E112

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 112

It was Lily who worked

on my makeup when

Alyssa started to curl

my hair. They let Hail

decide on the dress and

accessories.

“Shouldn’t I have a say

in this?” I asked them

as I eyed the high heels

they found somewhere

in the back of my

closet. It wasn’t that I

didn’t wear heels, I

actually did on a regular

basis, but they were

never really as high as

the ones they found.

“No,” the three of them

answered together.

I might have scowled at

them at some point.

A few minutes later,

with half my hair

already curled, my mom

suddenly popped her

head in my room. Her

eyes were wide and I

couldn’t really blame her

for being surprised.

Alyssa and Lily

apologized for the mess

and introduced

themselves politely. I

didn’t know why I felt

embarrassed when I

told her what the whole

ruckus was about.

“You’re meeting his

parents?” She sounded

as surprised as I

thought she was.

“His mom,” I said. “Just

his mom.”

She said something

about how nice the girls

are for helping me

prepare before clapping

her hand to her mouth.

“Are you going to wear

that dress?” She

pointed at the dress

strewn across my bed.

“I have the perfect

earrings for that

dress!”

Before any of us could

react, she was out of

the room and I swear I

heard her run to her

room. The thought of

my mom running in the

hallways weirded me

out so much that I

might have shuddered.

She came back with a

small box and she

handed it to Hail before

leaving us alone with

the promise of some

food for when we’re

done. It had been a

while since she actually

prepared food.

Around an hour later—

in which we managed

to have small debates

about my hairdo, ice

cream, boys (again),

and whether or not the

manic pixie dream girl

character was annoying

or not (definitely

annoying)—they finally,

finally declared me

ready.

They chose a black

dress with a full skirt

that stopped a few

inches above my knees

and has long, lace

sleeves. Alyssa put my

hair up in a surprisingly

intricate half-do, some

of it pinned up and the

rest tumbling down in

soft curls.

“Oh, no, it’s not

complete yet,” Hail said,

walking over to the bed

to pick up the box my

mom brought earlier.

She opened it and the

three of us huddled

closer to look.

I held back a gasp as I

saw the pair of earrings

nestled in the cushion

of the box. Diamond

studs settled in silver

melded to an elegantly

complicated shape. My

stunned silence wasn’t

because of how they

looked though. Really,

they weren’t anything

special. I was surprised

because I knew my

father had bought

them.

I remember one time,

when I was young, and

Mom, Dad and I were in

the mall. I saw the

earrings and said I

wanted them. My dad

did buy them, but said I

wasn’t allowed to wear

them until I grow older,

so Mom kept them

hidden. I’d forgotten

about them, up until

now.

My hands were shaking

when I put them on as

the others began to

clean the mess up. I

excused myself to talk

to Mom. I was a bit

unsteady on my heels,

but I managed not to

fall. I found her in the

kitchen. When she saw

me, she gushed on and

on about how pretty I

looked. She almost took

the camera out to take

some pictures but I

(barely) convinced her

that it was

unnecessary.

“Mom, really, it’s no big

deal,” I told her, blocking

her way before she

could go to her room to

get the camera.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I just

wanted to thank you.

For the earrings,” I said.

“For keeping them.”