New Year s Eve Baby

Prologue: Deal?

Elena’s P.O.V

“Come on, Elle! Don’t go with the boring purple dress, it looks like a bunch of lavender puked all over you!” Risa, my best friend for the past three years wrinkled her nose at the dress I currently held in front of me.

“Why?” I frowned. “It looks cute! I like this dress.” I told her as I looked into the mirror and found nothing wrong with it, but Risa shook her head vigorously.

“Honey that dress screams safe! I mean, look at it! High neckline, knee length and full sleeves!” Risa whined. “It’s New Year’s Eve for God’s sake! There’s no point in being safe and all saintly! Bring out the little black dress, pair it with those killer fuck me heels and we’ll be good to go!”

I turned my gaze towards the long red devil stilettos that Risa was pointing at and winced. Those were the kind of heels that we wore on the runway, six inches and ready to kill. My feet were already sore from wearing heels all the time to fashion shows but to wear them at a bar? I shook my head instantly.

“Nope! Not wearing them!” I told Risa straight away. “You can borrow them if you like but I’m sticking to comfort.”

“Fine, go with the wedge.” Risa shook her head disapprovingly at me. “But I’m finding you a little black dress.”

And so, Risa and I dug around in my closet until we came upon this really cute black dress that was made completely out of lace and had a full sleeve and hugged my figure to the T. I had to wear a black slip under the dress but once I had the dress on, I have to admit, it looked fabulous on me.

I let my naturally wavy dark brown hair down my back and curled it further to add more bounce. I had a few natural blonde highlights in my hair that made it unique; it was why I never dyed my hair, in fear that it would ruin the natural highlights. Next up was the makeup. Risa helped me don a smoky eye and blood red lips and with a pair of black crystal danglers, I was ready to rock the party.

Risa had chosen a shimmering green number to match her eyes and I helped her with her statement over-the-top eye makeup and red lips. She looked gorgeous with her wild curly red hair and a slight dusting of freckles on her nose. No wonder she was one of the best models in our company and an equally great friend.

When we were both done and ready, we took a couple pictures to post on social media and then opened a bottle of wine to take a few sips while our cab arrived to take us to one of the most happening parties of Hollywood. There would be a lot of familiar faces today and lot of people who I could only ever hope to get close to. The highlight of my fashion career had been this November during a show for Louis Vuitton when I had the opportunity to escort Rita Ora on the runway. That’s as close to a high ranking celebrity that I’d ever gotten to but Risa keeps assuring me that it was only the start. After all, I’m only twenty three and have a long career ahead of me.

“We look good, girlfriend.” Risa told me as she tucked a stray hair behind my ear. “Make sure to have fun tonight.”

“You know I’ll have fun,” I told her as I leaned my head against hers. “It’s one of the biggest parties of Hollywood! And I’ll have you there with me.”