YOU LOOK GORGEOUS

      "I'll call you back," Faith said on the phone and hung up. She stood up. Charlotte had also worn makeup. She looked pretty. "You look pretty," Faith complemented. 

      "Thank you," Charlotte said and took the lead. 

     They came out to the living room, Ethan was seated on his part of the living room, busy with his phone. He looked up and his eyes stayed on Faith, he stood up. He almost didn't recognize her. She was pretty, even without the makeup, but she was a bombshell with this makeup on and he wondered why she never wore makeup. 

      His eyes left her face and ran down her body. That little black dress looked perfect on her like it was a second skin, it hugged all her curves. Curves he never knew she had. She was always on sweatpants and sweaters at home, blouse and jeans or straight shapeless gowns for work. He swallowed hard and forced his eyes to leave her. 

        "You look...you look gorgeous," he finally said. 

      Faith glanced at Charlotte who was beaming with smiles. She wasn't sure if she should return the compliment or not. She didn't understand this couple at all. She saw Ethan's eyes running up and down her body and she suddenly became aware of the mass of thighs that were exposed she started pulling her dress down, but it was of no use. 

      She would only tear the dress if she pull it too much and they would notice that she was nervous. She looked down, wondering why Ethan's eyes were on her instead of on his girlfriend and why was Charlotte smiling like nothing was going on. Was she that dumb or was she intentionally pretending she was seeing nothing? The whole thing was embarrassing. 

      Charlotte moved over to Ethan and hugged him from the side and Faith was grateful that Charlotte did that. His eyes on her were becoming unbearable and it was making her feel sweaty. She didn't want her makeup to clog before she gets to where she was going. 

        "Alright, let's go. I have already made the reservations," Charlotte said. 

     Ethan cleared his throat. "The car is waiting downstairs." 

     Faith had to wait for them to move first before she followed behind. She didn't want anyone behind her, looking at her back. She was so shy as it is and didn't know what she was going to say on that date. Nora had been right, she was only a tag-along and she kind of preferred it that way because questions would not be directed at her and she won't have to be in an awkward position to answer questions. Unless they would gang up on her and bombard her with questions. 

     Her alarm system went off. What if they have planned to do that to her, bombarding her with questions? What was she going to do? Hide under the table? She suddenly didn't want to go on the date again. She raked her brain to find something, an excuse that could send her back inside her room, curled up in her bed. But she didn't find anything, so she was left with no other option than to tag along.