Diva

I stumbled out of the second room that wasn’t my own this morning and once again made my way back to my room as I was about to enter. The door quietly opened, and Jet wandered out. I couldn’t help but notice he had a collar around his neck.

Jet wearing a collar wasn’t particularly surprising, given it was part of the costume for the band to wear collars. Hell, I have worn plenty occasionally. But it was odd because it was the only unique item he was wearing, and, of course, he was coming out of Darcy’s and my room.

It also meant that my attempt to sneak back into my room quietly had failed on two occasions. There was no doubt that Jet would instantly know I had spent the night with Marco.

He took one look at me and said, “I won’t say anything if you don’t say anything. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

We had a mutual agreement that surely wouldn’t come back to haunt either of us. He left, and I entered my room.

Darcy was half asleep and even less dressed. Even before entering, I figured she would be undressed. It was not my first time seeing her in such a state. Perhaps she didn’t care if I saw her because we were just friends, and I had no interest in girls whatsoever. Then again, she seemed somewhat startled to see me.

I signed to her, “Girl, put some clothes on.”

She sat up, the sleepiness still on her face. She looked around the room. Before signing back, “Where did my puppy go? Have you seen him?”

I could only put two and two together, so I responded, “He just left.”

“That’s a shame.”

I would have to have some choice words with her later, though it seemed like she was managing Jet just fine without my help.

“That reminds me, before I forget. Stephanie asked me to pass on to handle all the styling for the press gala tonight.”

“Damn, I guess I better get up then.”

I decided to take a quick shower and change into a new set of clothes. By this time, Darcy had managed to find a slightly baggy T-shirt and was wandering around half asleep. She was never good with mornings, especially if she was doing God knows what with Jet all night.

“You aren’t going to the press gala dressed like that, are you?” Darcy signed.

“Yes, why?”

“Sorry, but there is no way I’m letting you go out looking like that.”

I don’t know what her issue was.

“It’s formal wear; it’s appropriate for a gala.” I tried to plead my case.

“Yes, so what are you doing wearing that?” she signed back.

“It’s a suit. What else would I wear?”

At that moment, I realised I had fallen into Darcy’s trap. Her eyes shone with a mischievous glint, and her mouth twisted into a wicked smile.

“Well, now that you mention it, hold on just one second.”

Yep, I was now officially screwed. She sifted through her bags until she pulled out a sparkly dark blue and silver dress. For a split second, I was hoping she would wear the dress, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t for her.

“You can’t expect me to wear that?” I signed back, once again trying to find a way out.

“Why not?”

“It’s a dress.”

“So?”

“I’m a guy.”

“You wear dresses all the time.”

She had a point, though I wasn’t going to admit it.

“That’s different; that’s just Lolita and part of a performance.”

“How is that any different?”

“It just is.”

“How?”

“It just is.”

Fed up, she angrily signed.

“Who’s been put in charge of all the styling?”

I bit my lip. She had me there. I knew Stephanie would probably love it if I went in a dress. It certainly would get quite a reaction online. But to go dressed as a girl. I felt like I would lose something in the process.

“You’re in charge,” I admitted, but I decided to push a little more. Maybe I could convince Darcy. “Do I really have to?”

“Don’t worry, I will make you look super cute. You are going to be the number one princess out there.”

“I’m a guy.”

“Number one prince, who just happens to look like a princess. Besides, I will force the rest of the band to wear dresses as well.”

“Fine.” I resigned myself to my fate.

She handed me the dress, which was dark blue and silver with sparkles and a slight purple lace overlay. It would have looked absolutely stunning on Darcy, but I couldn’t help but feel out of place wearing it myself.

Surprisingly, it fit perfectly. I was beginning to think this was planned well in advance. Surely Darcy wouldn’t plan that far ahead, right? No, I knew the girl; this was absolutely in keeping with her. She was probably the one who created this dress in the first place.

“I look ridiculous.”

“Are you kidding? You look stunning. I’m going to apply some makeup now to further enhance your features.” She signed back before seating me down on a chair. She went through more of her things and pulled out multiple boxes of makeup.

I had come this far; there was no reason to resist now. Additionally, if I refused to let her do my makeup, I would have to go looking like this. Although the dress fit surprisingly well, I knew I would look out of place without makeup.

She slowly applied every type of makeup under the sun. Primer, foundation, blush, fuck, I don’t even know what else. You could probably spend an entire day listing all the different products and brushes she used just for my eyes.

Once she was done, I was convinced I would be free. But it seems like Darcy had other plans.

“You aren’t going anywhere yet.”

“What else do you have to do?”

“Oh, we have only just begun making you the most stunning for the gala.”

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End of Chapter 8