If I kill myself in this, I'm gonna kill you

The first dress that I liked, Damien soon bought. Then we also selected shoes that my company insisted were needed and should be heeled. I tried to argue that I can't walk on it, but it didn't work. That guy's seemed like he was all this enjoying so much while I... didn't.

And so, a little later that afternoon, I was standing in the middle of the living room at Damien's apartment in black heels with a belt that could have saved me from killing myself more than was possible with them.

"This is crazy," I muttered, to which I heard laughter coming from the kitchen where Damien had left moments before with the food order that had arrived a few minutes ago.

Surprisingly, it wasn't as hard to walk in the shoes as I expected, but I still felt pretty weird in them. And taller, which I probably didn't even need to be. I was now looking Damien straight in the eyes. Like years ago.

"There you go. You already walk like a pro," the brunette noted, as I carefully walked to the kitchen part of the huge room lit by the slow rising Lucens.

"If I kill myself in this, I'm gonna kill you," I gave Damien a murderous expression and sat down on the black bar stool. I scanned the contents on the marble counter with my eyes. Some fried noodles and fried chicken.

I immediately reached out and picked up one of the spicy looking chicken drumsticks on the white plate. They were really spicy, but it didn't bother me at all, because my grandmother sometimes used a lot of spices.

"That's really good," I muttered with my mouth full. I've probably never eaten better chicken in my entire life. But there was nothing to be surprised about, they could afford real quality here.

Damien laughed and then turned his back to the kitchen counter where he had been standing until now. He held a glass of sparkling water in each hand, which he then placed on the counter to food before sitting down as well and reaching for his chopsticks and one of the boxes of noodles.

"So I thought," he said suddenly, and I raised a questioning look at him, to which he continued: "Would you like make-up, just a little?"

I furrowed my brows as I coughed. I didn't expect anything special him to say, but this really surprised me. My answer was clear: "No. I can't even do it."

Damien chuckled at my words and then clicked something on his communicator. I furrowed my brows suspiciously as I took another bite of the delicious food. However, I then looked out through the shutters at the city illuminated by dawn and the last street lights. It looked so beautiful.

It wasn't long before we had finished a late lunch, after which Damien started cleaning up while I kept looking out of the glass wall. I envied him that view. It was almost magical.

Suddenly the doorbell rang interrupting my thoughts of beautiful dawn and I looked at Damien confused because I had no idea he was expecting someone. However, he said nothing and just went to the door.

When nothing happened for a long time, I decided to walk slowly so as not to splash myself, to see what was going on. Unexpectedly, I found Damien at the door talking to a rather pretty girl. However, before I could draw attention to my presence, they both turned to me.

"That's her," Damien blurted out to which I raised my eyebrows in confusion. The girl gave me a friendly smile as she looked me over.

I should have guessed when I answered negative to both Damien's question about the make-up, and I also admitted that I can't even paint myself, that the moron would come up with something. But even so, I probably wouldn't have thought that he would text to some of his acquaintances to come over for a while.

Later that evening I was dressed in a black dress, wearing black heels and had lightly make-up with the help of Eirini, who was a really nice girl. And she was also very skilled, because although I don't know the different styles of how girls paint themselves, what she created on my face was really nice.

I realized that I might have been prescient, because I discovered one major flaw in the dress that I hadn't thought of at the mall. Scarcity of pockets. Apparently it wasn't very common for these extra luxurious dresses to have pockets, but to my great luck the ones I chose had a modest two pockets in the skirt.

We were driven to tonight's event by some guy who was obviously involved with Damien. Of course, he must have had some subordinates when he had so much money, but this was the first time I had seen any of them.

I felt a little strange in the dress, maybe like naked, so I was glad that the skirt was at least very long and that the dress also had sleeves. However, the dress started below the shoulders, so the uncomfortable feeling was probably due to the bare shoulders and other parts above the upper part of the dress that was not covered.

I sat silently in the back seat of the matte gray hovercar next to Damien, who was also quiet. He must have been as lost in his thoughts as I was. I wondered what the party was supposed to be about. The main question was why he wanted me to go with him. Me, out of all the people.

Before long, we were at our destination, which I only knew because the driver stopped not far from the entrance of a lighted building. So I immediately unbuckled my belt and reached for the door to open it, but Damien stopped me: "Wait."

I raised a questioning eyebrow, but got no answer. He stepped outside instead and I only then understood why he wanted me to stay inside. He opened the door for me like a gentleman and motioned for me to get out, to which he offered me his hand. Which I did, mildly surprised by his action.

I was even more surprised when he subsequently offered me a frame, as if we were in a fucking movie. But this was reality and I was in a situation that I wasn't used to in the least and which was obviously normal up here. Fancy dressed pairs holding each other.

Even the glass of some drink that Damien took from the tray that the guy in the suit was walking around inside couldn't calm me down. At that moment, I felt as if everyone was staring at me. But the clothes probably only made me feel that way.

"Why are we here?" I asked Damien as we stood together at one of the rather high tables with white tablecloth which had some small snacks on plates and decorations.

"People like me sometimes have to participate in events like this."

I nodded slowly, but still raised a questioning eyebrow because it didn't explain why I should have been there. He must have had so many friends. Surely he could have taken one of them. Damien had this in common with Zayd, pulling me to places like this.

"Life is about tryin´ new things."

I chuckled at his words and looked around at the people in spacious room. Only rich with their significant half and sometimes someone with their adolescent child. It looked more like a ceremony for making arrangement marriages, which I have heard about a few times.