"Do you think this fits me well?" I asked as I stepped out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom. My dear coworker sat at my vanity stool. She had her arms crossed over her chest, giving me a thoughtful look over. Marguerite was by far the most stylish person that could help me get ready for this so-called date that I had this upcoming week. Wearing a casual peach colored blazer suit, she accented it with gold bracelets, matching cream pearl necklace and earrings, finishing it off with white kitten heels.
Her brown hair pulled into a loose low siting bun at the nape of her neck, strands of brown hair framing her face; making her hazel green eyes pop. She was several years older than me and had immediately taken me under her wing when I first started working at the company. As much as she was kind, she didn't let anyone walk over her or me for that matter. That made me admire her even more. As I stood in front of her in a pink champagne colored strapless, somewhat flashy cocktail dress that I thought went well with my caramel complexion. With my hair in a half up and half down style; my curly hair cascaded over my shoulders; her eyes trailed over my body before making their way back up to mines. A slow smile of approval gracing her face. She was so pretty.
If you couldn't already tell, I had a slight crush on her. But it felt like it wasn't it going to lead to anything; she was a closed book in that regard.
"It's fabulous on you Celine! It compliments you very well. Now let's accessorize it. Let me see where you keep your jewelry." She said cheerily, clapping her hands together. I point over to the tower jewelry box that was on the vanity desk behind her. Looking to where I pointed to, she turned over her shoulder and began looking through the small collection that I had. She swiveled her head back and forth between the jewelry tower and me; a concentrated look gracing her face. She always gets so focused when presented with a task that it's hard to interrupt her when she gets like this. Persistent questions kept swirling in head; that I couldn't help but want to ask her.
"You're very helpful when it comes to stuff like this, your husband must be so grateful to have you." I said airily, twiddling my thumbs together. Glancing up at her, a soft smile spreads across her face and a small chuckle escaping her lips.
"If only I had one that could be grateful; hence why he's ex-husband now," she said as she shrugged her shoulders casually. I bit my lip to hold a small smile back, trying not get too giddy just yet. Saying more than I should, I couldn't help the question that rolled of my tongue.
"He absolutely lost a gem of a woman. Are you back out on the dating scene?" I said as I looked at her curiously. A part of me was hoping she was and another part of me would be disappointed to know that she had her eyes set on someone specific that wasn't me.
"Not exactly. I haven't met anyone that really meshed well with me," she said as her eyes meeting mine. They glimmered in the golden hue of the room. Maybe it was just me, but the atmosphere shifted. An electric feeling encapsulating my whole body. A comfortable silence filled the room; a small sigh emitting from her that effectively broke it.
"I'm afraid that you might not have enough accessories. Here, try these on," she said before I could protest. She slid her bracelets off her wrist, grabbing mines gently and sliding them on with ease. My breath hitched a bit; seeing that she was reaching up around her neck; unhooking the pearl necklace that was resting across hers. She stepped in close; her arms enclosing around me briefly as she clasped it around my neck. My eyes staying on hers; her fingers lingered for a second longer than I expected. Her eyes were on mines; an indescribable look shining through.
I gulped a bit. A nervous feeling washing over me as I could feel my cheeks heat up. I really was hoping she wasn't noticing how she was making me feel and the effect she had on my body.
"Are you alright? You're turning bright red! Are you feeling sick?" she asked, her hand raising up to my forehead to check my temperature. She was still very close; making me lean back some to try and gather my thoughts. Not being able to contain my true any feelings more; I went for it. It was now or never.
"Um... it's because I like you, Marguerite." I said sheepishly as I darted my eyes towards the ground; not sounding as confident as I thought I would. There was a brief silence before I looked back up at her. She was staring at me; her cheeks now flush and a small smile gracing her lips. I gulped in anticipation before she spoke.
"I kind of figured so, I just didn't think you would every say it," she said peering deep into me.
"You knew? Was I that obvious?" I said as I dramatically sighed. Would the earth swallow me up right now! I bit my bottom lip, somewhat dejected that I was kind of an open book when it came to my crush on her.
"Yes, you were. It's not that I minded though," she said taking step closer. The small shift towards me was more than enough to get my blood pumping. Puzzled slightly, I couldn't help somewhat relieved that she didn't outright reject my feelings......yet.
"You don't?" I said as a sense of relief washed over my nerves.
"I think it's quite cute that you think of me that way. It makes me look at you in a different light," she said while stepping back to give me some space. With that statement, I felt somewhat confused. I couldn't help but think she didn't like me the same.
