How appropriate is this chapter? 🙂 Wishing you all a very happy, exciting, and safe New Year’s Eve! Best of luck, love, & health in 2013!
Thank you for reading, Friends. xo
Chapter 8 – New Year’s Eve
Saturday, December 31st, 2011
Karma and I are shopping for our New Year’s Eve dresses today.
She always has good luck at Express when it comes to finding cocktail dresses. Me? I usually have to search around. I really want to find a dress by Eryn Carlo so I can blog about it afterward.
Karma settles on a strapless red satin dress that hits just above her knees. The fit is immaculate, as if the dress was made for only her silhouette. She looks stunning. Instead of adding multiple accessories Karma purchases a pair of high strappy heels in what I can only describe as an airy, iridescent shade of gold.
“Ok now you’re turn.” She says and grabs me by the hand. “Eryn Carlo right?”
“You know it.”
“Then we need Macy’s.” She squeezes my arm. “But first, coffee. Peppermint Mocha Lattes on me.”
“Oh it’s my lucky day!” I laugh. “Can I have whip cream on mine too?”
“Of course. You’ve been well-behaved.”
Peppermint Mocha Lattes in hand we make our way to Macy’s. “I was thinking some simple. The classic LBD.”
“A little black dress? You don’t want anything sparkly or covered in sequins? It’s New Year’s Eve.”
“Sure but I also want to be able to wear this dress again many times over.”
“I hear ya. Little black dress it is.”
Finding the Eryn Carlo section is easy since I’m naturally able to gravitate towards it. It’s like a sixth sense or built-in radar.
I grab every little black dress in my size by EC and pile them into a dressing room. Karma parks herself in a chair nearby ready to judge each one. I’m required to come out and show her no matter how terrible they may look.
The first three are too casual; extremely cute but more for suitable for daytime wear. Another LBD I try on is too puffy and makes me think ‘prom’ and corsages.
“Okay. I LOVE that one, Luce.”
I’m standing in front of a three-way mirror in a one shoulder little black dress that fits me very nicely in all the right spots. A pleated shimmering black layer hangs from the neckline down to the waist. The dress is just right, just what I was looking for. Accessories will certainly maximize its potential.
“I have to have it.”
“I can help you do the side chignon if you want?”
“Really? Are you sure you’ll have time?”
“For you? Yes I’ll make time. I can come over earlier. You’re being picked up by the handsome Mr. Rhodes at six and Patrick and I aren’t heading out until 7:30. I’ll have plenty of time.”
I give her a huge hug. “Oh thank you! Thank you!”
“You’re welcome babe. Now, we’ll have to get you some strappy heels and bad ass earrings to wear.”
Luckily I find everything I need to complete my outfit at Macy’s: sleek black pumps covered in sequins along with a matching clutch and super thin, silver oblong hoops that each hold a dangling onyx jewel.
“One more stop.” Karma mentions after I check out.
“Oh yeah? What else do we need?”
“Victoria’s Secret.” She winks.
“Ah ha! Tonight’s the night?” I screech a little too loudly.
“Shh. I think so. I mean I hope so. I’m not looking for any super sexy lingerie. Just a classic bra and panty set.”
“I think that is just right. You don’t want to get too crazy with the lingerie the first time. Ya gotta set expectations properly.”
Karma gives me the one raised eyebrow look. “You’re joking.”
“I am not. Been there done that. Won’t make the mistake again.”
Karma stares at me for a moment with skepticism in her eyes.
“I’m just sharing my experience, that’s all. True story.”
“Well, we both know you meet some weird guys.”
“Yes I do. I have a knack for attracting the crazies.”
“Maybe you should get a bra and panty set too?”
“Me? I don’t know. That won’t be happening tonight, girlie. We’re going out as friends.”
“Friends. Right. He asked you out. On a major holiday. And you’re buying a new dress and shoes and accessories.”
“Yes to all of the above.”
“Honey, guys don’t ask you out on New Year’s Eve and expect to be friends. That just doesn’t happen.”
“Well he agreed.”
“Uh, well he lied.”
“Stop being right. It’s irritating.”
“I have to. Otherwise you’d be getting into all sorts of trouble because you believe in the fairytale love. Listen. He likes you. You like him. He’s newly single. He has a great job. I say go with the flow. Keep an open mind.”
“Again, please cut it out with the ‘being right’ crap.”
“Here, try on this bra.” She tosses me a gold satin bra encrusted with multi colored rhinestones that promises to add three cup sizes. Three cup sizes?! Isn’t that false advertising?
I hold the bra and consider it for a moment. Technically I can use all the help I can get in that department.
“Well, it is gorgeous. But the straps aren’t removable. I’m wearing a one shoulder dress remember?” She gives me the blank stare waiting for me to say more. “Alright alright. I’ll try it on but I can’t wear it with the dress I bought.”
“Yes! I win!”
Just so you’re aware, this bra works cleavage miracles! However, I pass on the miracle bra since I don’t really need it.
We part outside the mall agreeing to meet at my place at 4:30.
I go home and paint my nails a shimmery silver. I had planned to stop at the nail salon but the last of today’s spending budget went to the mall. “The mani and pedi must be sacrificed,” Karma tells me. Once the polish is dry on both my hands and toes I lay down on the couch to rest my eyes. Next thing I know I hear pounding on my door.
“Lucy! Open up!” Someone keeps shouting my name in the hallway. My cell phone is ringing over and over.
I roll off of the couch and walk my zombie self to the door. I glance at the time on the microwave. “Oh my God!” I whip open the door.
“I’ve been banging on your door for half an hour, Luce. What the heck? I almost called the police!” Karma is flustered and very angry.
“I’m so sorry, Karma! I fell asleep. I only meant to take a short nap and overslept. Obviously. Ugh! He’s going to be here in an hour!”
“You better get your butt in the shower. I’ll pick out your makeup and get the stuff ready for your hair. It won’t take too long. Don’t forget to shave.”
I kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you!” I begin undressing as I make my way to the shower. While I’m waiting for the water to get steamy hot I yell out of the bathroom. “Hey Karma!”
“Yeah?” I hear her call from my vanity desk.
“Cocktail! A strong one. Please!”
“Yes ma’am. I’m on it.”
In 45 minutes I’m dressed up and ready to go, not to mention extremely tipsy. Have I mentioned that Karma concocts exquisite cocktails? She wishes me luck and zips out the door a few minutes before Jim arrives.
Ding dong! Ding dong!
I evaluate my reflection in the hall mirror once more. Smokey eyes and baby pink lip gloss. The silver hoops hanging weightlessly from my ears. Simple yet radiant.
I open the door and find Jim holding an exquisite bouquet of white roses and baby’s breath.
“Hello.” I grin and inhale the sweet scent of the freshly cut flowers. “Those roses are beautiful!”
“Wow. Thank you so much. They smell wonderful. I’ll put these in water and then we can head out. Come on in.”
“Sounds good.” He closes the door lightly behind him. “You look magnificent, Lucy.”
“Thank you. And so do you. Who helped you pick out that tie?” I joke. It’s the tie I helped him find during our first meeting.
“As a matter of fact a very experienced fashionista picked it out for me.”
He looks so sexy. His brown hair was tousled just so. Black suit, gray shirt, bold tie, and his cool crystal eyes. I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes off of him. “It’s superb. This fashionista knows what she’s doing.” I tease him as I set the vase of roses on the breakfast counter.
“My pleasure. Okay I am ready.” I grab my clutch and proceed to the door.
“A man of good manners you are.”
“My mother taught me well.”
“She certainly was.”
“So. What do you have planned for this evening?”
“Well we have six hours to burn. I have it all mapped out. Place number one, cocktails. Place number two, dinner and more cocktails. Lastly, place number three for the New Year’s Eve celebration.”
“Three different places?” My face clearly implies that I am awestruck. It’s difficult enough (and ridiculously expensive) to make a reservation for one place on New Year’s Eve but three places?
“Yes. That’s what will make it fun. One place could be boring for six hours, don’t you think?”
“I suppose so. I may need a red bull somewhere around place number three I think. Maybe we should cab it tonight.”
“Lucy. I’ve got us covered.”
“Okay. I will leave it all up to you. It seems like you know what you’re doing.”
“Good. Trust me. We’re going to have a terrific time.”
“I have no doubt.”
New Year’s Eve is the perfect temperature. A refreshing warm breeze is rolling in from the Atlantic but there’s also a slight coolness in the air. This is when Floridians truly love Florida. We can deal with the brutal summer heat and brave through our “winters” but make it warm with a fresh ocean-scented breeze and we’ll love you forever.
Exiting the building we are brought face to face with a glossy white limo with diamond flecks that reflect the surrounding lights. It may sound odd but let me tell you; in person it is as glorious as Prince Charming’s white horse.
I’m speechless, completely unable to find the words. I just look at him with astonishment written all over my face.
I feel like a princess!
How lucky am I tonight?