Chapter Two: Matchmaking Event? Count Me In!

Eveline's POV

The scorching sunlight shone through the window and onto my tired face, waking me up effortlessly. My eyelids fluttered open and I sat up, giving my eyes time to adjust to the light. When I am finally capable of seeing my surroundings clearly, I turned around, expecting a relaxed Abigail lying right next to me however no, I was the only one present in the room.

My legs slipped out of the blanket and were gently handed to the ground, supporting my body as I stood up. I walked towards the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face and took a bath and then walked out of the bathroom, leaving everything in its place.

Abigail was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast already. Breakfast was served with two scrambled eggs, bacon, and a glass of warm milk. Simple yet welcoming was the meal that was placed on the dining table. I sat down and stared at the food before me as if it was peculiar and that I had never seen it before. Abigail watched me closely and beckoned me to sample her cooking and comment on whether it was delicious or not. I nodded and picked up a fork and a knife. I began attacking the bacon, cutting the rectangular piece of meat into smaller pieces that would fit in my mouth. My fork then charged towards the small piece of bacon, up towards my mouth, and there the chewing process begins. The bacon tasted nice. Not too bland and not too strong the flavor. I looked at Abigail who had already finished one of her scrambled eggs. She caught me glancing at her and she grinned.

"How is it?" Abigail inquired, peering over at my plate. "Very good. You have a knack for cooking." I gave my feedback. That was the end of the conversation.

I finished my meal before Abigail. I got up from the table, holding my plate with my utensils in one hand and my empty glass in my other hand. I got up and then used my body to push in my chair before making my way to the kitchen sink and then gently rested the content in my hands on the sink. I then picked up the sponge and began washing the dishes. Abigail walked in and handed her dishes to me and then mumbled a soft, "Thank you."

After all that, Abigail dragged me to her room, evidently excited about something. Abigail opened her closets and wardrobes, and piles of clothing of different varieties came pouring down and finaformedming a small mountain of clothes. Abigail smiled at her work and then started filtering the clothes, asking me to try those she found suited me. I fully trusted Abigail and her fashion sense as she's always wearing such fancy dresses and outfits whenever I saw her, she was stern when it comes to fashion and she knew that I knew.

"No, this is too flashy. No, this is too bland. No, this is too outdated..." I heard her mumbling to herself as she examined each clothing closely before finally concluding that I should just try all of her outfits and that was exactly what she made me do.

It felt like a mini fashion show as I continuously took off and then put on clothes that even I would never catch myself wearing. I tried tops of all kinds. Be it boat neck, jewel, square, scoop, v-neck, or asymmetric... I've paired them all with all of her skirts. Be it a-line, tube, circle, pencil, mini, mermaid, paneled... Dresses as well. I especially liked one of the purple bouffant dresses that Abigail had. As I watched the number of clothes I had to try to continue to pile up, I knew that I had to save myself before I faint from exhaustion despite already consuming food and energy only a few minutes ago.

"Why don't you let me choose my clothes myself? After all, only I know my own body best." To my relief, Abigail agreed and handed me a bunch of clothes before leaving to choose a pair of shoes for me. I sighed as I wondered why she went out of her way to do such things for me and what we were going to do later in the day. I tossed all the clothes I found I dislike on Abigail's bed when suddenly my eyes landed on the same bouffant dress I liked. I was about to pick it up when I remembered Abigail's very words the day before.

"Abigail wants to help me get over David..." I peered over at the dress I had in my hands. "This dress doesn't scream 'fight!' now, does it? Oh no it doe, isn't it. Perhaps I should look for a more suitable one." I placed the dress on the bed along with the other rejected outfits. Luckily for me, I did not have to hunt that thoroughly through the piles of clothing for I had already settled down on another dress that I found lying around. I stripped and stared at the black dress in my hands for a good one minute before finally putting it on, slipping right into it. It fits me perfectly, showcasing my curves efficiently. I nodded in approval, now it's time to get Abigail. I looked around the messy room and sighed before bending over to pick up all the clothes on the floor and folding them and then storing them neatly away inside the cabinets and wardrobes and closets. 'Alright!' I thought, 'Time to go look for Abigail.'

I strode out of Abigail's room and towards the entrance to her house and there I saw, a similar scene from before. Abigail sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a pair of turquoise wedge pumps in her right hand and a pair of black ankle-strap pumps in her left hand, seemingly cannot decide which one to choose. Abigail turned around as she hears my footsteps and grinned, lifting her left hand slightly, as if declaring that the ankle strap pump had won the battle. Abigail got up and then eyed me intensively as if judging the outfit I had chosen. I was anxious as I felt Abigail's eyes trail my body and comment on my appearance mentally in her head.

Out of a sudden, the heavy atmosphere was replaced with a relaxing one as Abigail nodded her head, signaling that this outfit passed in the eyes of a fashion professional. I heaved a sigh of relief and then glanced at the pile of shoes left lying around carelessly on the ground.

"Abigail, have you finished choosing the shoes I'll be wearing today?" I inquired.

"Yes, I did! Now it's time for your make-up. Follow me back to my room. Woah, you helped clean my room while I was outside? Thanks!" Abigail was easy-going and held multiple small conversations while she applied maquillage to my face.

"First, I'll apply a bit of foundation onto your face since you already have a pretty fair complexion." Abigail dabbed powder gently onto my face. "Then I'll apply a little bit of this and a little bit of that... And done! Woah, you look gorgeous!" Abigail commented, handing me a small compact mirror.

Abigail was right, I looked like a completely different person. Nobody could tell the difference between me now with make-up and me without. Abigail smirked to herself.

"You're prepared! Now give me a moment to get dressed as well." I just realized that Abigail was still in her pajamas.

"Do you need help with your make-up?" I offered. Although I did not put on make-up often, I do know the basics and am familiar with the different cosmetics and their purposes.

"No need, but thanks for the offer." Abigail declined, "I can put on make-up on the way to our destination."

That reminded me. Where were we going today? I almost forgot to ask Abigail until she mentioned that we were going somewhere today. I wanted to ask her however she seemed so busy, throwing clothes on and then tying her hair up into a complicated hairstyle, I decided to wait until she was free to question her.

At long last, Abigail had finished. She wore a crimson-colored one-shoulder dress decorated with glitter at the hem of her skirt. Abigail had her hair up in a loose bun kept in place with a butterfly-designed clip. The dark red-colored T strap platform completed the whole appearance of a stylish female. Abigail whipped out her watch and smiled from ear to ear.

"Done in thirteen minutes." She announced proudly. I clapped, in awe of both Abigail's appearance and the time it had taken for her to achieve that. My admiration must have fed her ego as she held her head up with pride and then guided me out of her apartment and downstairs.

"Where are we going?" I questioned as Abigail flagged down a taxi, getting in it with me. "To a matchmaking event. You can find someone way better than David." Abigail replied, applying her make-up right then. I shaped my mouth into an 'O' shape and then made a small 'oh' sound before plopping AirPodsods into my ear, blasting my favorite music as Abigail and I waited for the taxi to reach the matchmaking event. Before I knew it, the taxi stopped in front of a large building and the driver informed us of the fare. I opened my purse and handed the exact amount of money to the driver before exiting his vehicle along with Abigail.

Both of us were in awe. The building practically screamed wealth and elegance. Abigail turned towards me with a happy expression on her face, evidently elated to be here. I too shared the same enthusiasm as her.

The interior of the building was as beautiful as the outside. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, numerous diamonds scattered across the humongous object as it glimmered in the room. The flooring was made out of marble, it felt slippery yet I could walk properly without any signs of falling, top tier quality I could tell. The staircases were made of similar material with a long and soft golden carpet running from the top of the staircase down to the entrance where Abigail and I stood. A staff came rushing toward Abigail and me and then bowed apologetically before introducing himself as the guide for today's event.

"Apologies for not being punctual, please allow me to escort both ladies to the venue for today's matchmaking event. Thank you both for taking time out to join us." The staff exclaimed frantically.

Abigail and I looked at each other for a split second before looking forward again and nodding our heads in unison. All three of us continued to walk until we reached a large door that seemed luxurious. The staff rested his hand on the handle before pushing the handle down and then opened the door, beckoning towards the insides of the room. Abigail and I walked out and we were met with a decorated ballroom. A similar chandelier was attached to the ceiling and there were many people. On our left, there were tables with two seats each with plates of desserts in the center of every table like scones, cupcakes, and cookies. There were more people on our left where everyone was talking to each other and giggling and having fun. Abigail grabbed my arm and then pulled me towards a table where the staff was situated. The staff then allocated us to different areas to interact with different people.

"Aw... Too bad we aren't together... You'll be fine on your right?" Abigail asked, gently resting both her hands on my shoulders, it sounded as if she was attempting to be a motherly figure to me.

I shot my best friend a reassuring smile and nodded weakly before Abigail stepped away and then left while waving her arm. I waved back and then turned towards the card that the staff gave me.

This was it.

My first step toward forgetting and eliminating David Sonnett from my life and restarting my life anew. There was a strange feeling that had begun growing inside of me. It was exhilarating. It made me feel powerful and capable of being independent. That was a feeling I strive to keep forever, pushing me forward and allowing me to improve myself.