Ellie fixed herself up in front of the mirror, her heart pounding hard in her chest. She was dressed like herself this time, but she wondered if he’d like her laid back style. He hadn’t told her where they were going, so dressing, especially without Kris; her best friend to help was sort of a nightmare. She’d spent an hour curling back her hair and doing her makeup- very light and natural. That was the only part she was sure about, but the clothes were a whole other disaster. She’d spent two hours trying on everything she had. She’d moved from a hot cocktail dress to jeans and a leather jacket.
“He wants to meet the real me, so this is it,” she spoke to herself.
Ellsa walked into the room, “It definitely isn’t,” She as always, was dressed like she was about to walk down a red carpet. Her makeup was just right, accentuating her sharp features. She had a figure hugging, knee high, red bandage dress. Her shoes were always the fashion statement, a black Jimmy Chu with the red bottom and a black Gucci purse to match. Her hair style of the month was a side combed shoulder high cut with very subtle waves in it. And her jewelry was top notch.
Ellie slumped wishing she’d left the apartment before Cleopatra arrived, “What are you doing here Ellsa?”
She dropped her purse on the bed and moved to the closet, “Saving your date.” She pulled a few dresses and placed them on the bed, “Take that off, you are not going to a biker bar.”
Ellie turned to her, “And how would you know?”
“Does he have a motor cycle?”
“Yes.”
“Tattoos?”
“A few.”
Ellsa’s eyes widened in shock, “I’m almost afraid to ask if he has a mullet! This is what happens when you pick your own dates! Why didn’t you go out with the guy I got you?”
Ellie undressed, “I did and I am. I have to admit, I’m happy you picked this one for me. This time you did a great job.”
Ellsa looked at her a little perplexed, “Dale has tattoos, and a bike?”
“That’s what he says. I saw the tattoos and his mother isn’t on his belly. Her maiden name is on his wrist.”
Ellsa put on a sarcastic smile, “That’s so much better! Did she call to check on how her baby’s date was going, or is she buried in his living room under the sofa?”
Ellie’s brows furrowed with annoyance, “How about you just help me and keep your comments to yourself?”
She picked up a black number, “Fine, but this doesn’t sound like the Dale Carson, Scarlet described to me.”
Ellie shook her head in disapproval, “Pick something that looks like me and not you. Last time he said I looked like I was dressed by someone else.”
Ellsa dropped the dress on the bed, “Well then you are set to go looking like a manly lesbian.”
“Ellsa!”
“Where is he taking you?”
“I don’t know yet. It’s a surprise.”
“Should I track your phone just in case he turns out to be a rapist, serial killer?”
Ellie fidgeted impatiently on her heels, “Ellsa I’m meeting him in an hour, could we please hurry this up?”
Ellsa huffed handing her a sky blue sweetheart cut dress, “He doesn’t even have a car.” She walked to her shoe rack and picked gold strapped heels.
“Ellsa he’s hot! Whether or not he has a car is at the bottom of my list. And he had to work late that’s why we are meeting.”
“Where McDonald’s? Put these shoes on and carry the gold clutch bag,” she said, settling on the bed.
Ellie did as instructed, “Weren’t you on your way somewhere not here?”
Ellsa smiled, “Yes I am. I have a promising date with a man who drives a phantom,” she stood up, picking up her purse, “If he offers to take you to his mommy’s house on his tricycle say no. Your standards may be low, but not pig sty low. See you sis!” She waved as she strolled out of the room.
Ellie chuckled, looking at her reflection in the mirror, “She might be stuck up, but she has great taste.”
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