New Year's Eve
Chapter 1
A/N Based off of a one-shot by spaztronaut.
"Sydney, you cannot be serious," Rose moaned when I emerged from my room.
"What?" I asked, glancing down at my black suit pants, white button up shirt and red blazer.
"Sydney, this is a party! And not just any party. A New Year's Eve party, AKA the biggest social event of the year. And you look like you're going to a job interview!" Rose sighed and turned me around, pushing me back into the bedroom.
"Rose, I'm fine. It's not like I'm going to be partying hard or anything-" I argued, but this only riled the exotic beauty further.
"Oh yes you are. And you will do it wearing this," She ordered, holding up a ruffled, layered dress made from silk organza. The dress was detailed with a ruffled bust and cinched waist, and it was so short that it would only just cover my butt. The minute a breath of wind found it's way under the dress, it would be blowing right up and showing everything. And the worst part about it was that it was a deep, purple wine colour.
"You have got to be kidding me," I said, mortified, "Even you could not force me into that dress, dead or alive,"
"Want to bet?" Rose challenged me, cracking her knuckles. I opened my mouth to argue, but she glared at me, and I shut my mouth meekly.
"Now, you will wear this dress, or so help me I will rip your clothing off and pull the dress over your head myself," Rose warned, and I sighed.
"Fine," I muttered, "But at least give me some privacy," I pleaded, and Rose scoffed but conceded, waiting in the bedroom while I changed in the bathroom. I was slightly relieved to see that the dress, on my short figure, covered a few centimeters more of my legs than I had expected, but it was still so short I felt embarrassed even in private.
"Sydney, come on, hurry up, we're going to be late if you don't get a move on," Rose called from the other side of the door. Steeling myself, I eased open the door and stepped into the bedroom.
"Wow. Sydney, if I didn't know it was you I would have thought you were a completely different person," Rose gasped, her eyes going wide.
"But," She continued, "We need to do something about your hair and makeup. Luckily Lissa should be…" Rose paused just as there was a knock on the door, which swung open to reveal Lissa. When the young queen entered, she was already dressed in a stunning black dress that fell to her knees.
"How come Lissa's dress gets to reach her knees?" I complained to Rose.
"Because Lissa will be dancing with Christian all night, and won't need anybody dragging her out from the corner of the room or forcing her to drink something that isn't coffee," Rose explained patiently, before turning her attention to Lissa.
"You do the hair, I'll do the makeup?" She suggested, and Lissa nodded, stepping behind me and gently pushing me down onto a nearby stool, facing away from a mirror. The pair worked in silence, save a few question such as, "Smoky eye or glitter?" or "Up doe or wild curls?"
When I was finally allowed to see my reflection, I felt like a whole other person. Rose had done an amazing job with my makeup. She had gone with the smoky eye after all, which gave me an air of mystery and power, and Rose had decided to go with wine colored lipstick that matched my dress nicely.
My hair was perfect, and I was so grateful to Lissa. She had done it in an extravagant bun at the top of my head, with a few loose curls framing my face.
"Wow, guys, I don't know what to say…" I stuttered, and Rose smirked.
"Don't thank us yet, you haven't seen the shoes," She said, reaching behind her and displaying glossy, wine colored, six inch stilettos.
"Rose, I can't wear them! I struggle in three inch heels!" I exclaimed, and she rolled her eyes.
"Well, too bad, we don't have time for me to threaten you again because Dimitri, Christian, Adrian, Jill and Eddie should be here right about…" A knock sounded at the door, "Now," Rose said brightly, "Now put the shoes on," She said as she walked over to open the door. I huffed but slid the shoes on, straightening just as Christian Ozera entered the room, crossing it in a few short strides and hugging Lissa.
Closely following him were Eddie and Jill.
"Wow, Sydney, you look gorgeous!" Gushed Jill, and I returned the comment honestly. Jill looked beautiful in a shiny silver dress.
I looked up and saw Dimitri enter and pull Rose to him for a kiss, and Adrian emerge just as he did so. I wanted to sigh, expecting that Adrian would say something, or leave, but he just walked straight past them, holding my gaze as he did so.
"Sage, you look amazing. The sultry look really suits you," Adrian said, and although the words were teasing, his eyes had taken on the same look as on Halloween.
Dimitri broke the kiss to compliment me, and I saw Adrian's face tighten.
"Here's hoping I'll make it home alive in these shoes," I joked, trying to distract Adrian. It worked, and he smiled.
"Yeah, as much as I'm loving the effect they're having, maybe you should go with a different pair," Adrian smirked.
"See, Rose, even Adrian thinks I should change shoes," I complained, but she was having none of it.
"Now come on, let's go, we're going to be late," Lissa exclaimed, leading everybody out the door and leaving Adrian and I alone.
"Do you… I mean… Can you help me walk, please?" I asked awkwardly. I had been planning on asking Jill, but she hurried out with Eddie as soon as Lissa was gone. Adrian raised an eyebrow at me, but offered me his arm, and I took it, surprised by the muscles I could feel underneath his formal black suit.
"You really do look beautiful, Sage," Adrian told me as I descended the steps warily. On the fourth step I slipped, and grabbed at Adrian for support.
"I don't know what Rose was thinking, putting you in six inch stilettos," Adrian laughed, and I glared at him.
"Heels this high should be illegal," I muttered under my breath.
"Come on, Sydney, hurry up already!" Jill ordered, waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm coming already," I smiled at the irrepressible teen as I reached the bottom step and, with Adrian's help, headed in the direction of the club.
