I woke up the next morning around nine. The sun was shining brightly through my windows, and oddly, I felt good.
If yesterday I dreaded going shopping and later to Christina’s birthday celebration, today I was eager. Something was wrong with me.
I didn’t bother to change from my pajamas, and went downstairs to get breakfast. My parents and sister were all there, sitting by the kitchen table chatting.
“Good morning, everyone.” I smiled at my family. They looked up at me, amused.
“What?” I wondered. Why were they looking at me like that? Was there something on my face?
“Someone’s joyful today.” My dad smiled at me.
“Yeah, what happened to ‘I’m always in a bad mood’?” Tracy snickered, quoting me. I stuck my tongue out at her.
“Is there something wrong with being in a good mood?” I raised my eyebrows. Mornings weren’t my favorite part of the day, but was I really that grumpy all the time?
“For you to be, it’s just unusual.” My dad chuckled. I glared at him playfully.
“All right, leave her alone, you two. Good morning, sweetie.” My mom came up to me and kissed me on my cheek. “Want some pancakes?”
“Sure.” I sat down at the table while my mom put on a plate for me.
I know that I was twenty-five and my sister was twenty-seven years old and we still lived with our parents, but it was convenient for us.
My parents had troubles with money so we helped them out by paying the bills and the house was big enough for all of us.
“So, Tri and I are going shopping for dresses today and then we are going to the hair salon to get our hair done.
“We will look amazing tonight and we’ll show all of those wolves above us we, omegas, can be just as classy and more beautiful than them,” Tracy said proudly, and we all laughed.
“You already are more beautiful than them, but I want to warn you both. Those wolves there can be cruel. Do not let your guard down and try to be respectful even if they are not,” my dad lectured us.
He was concerned about our well-being and knew that if we did something wrong, we could easily be punished or worse—killed.
“We know, Dad.” I took his hand and squeezed it.
“But you also know that if any of those hormonal wolves try anything on you, and if they think you must obey all their whims just because you are omegas, kick their asses and show them you are not to be messed with like that.” He winked at us.
We all laughed at that. The rest of the breakfast went quickly. We ate and got ready.
I got dressed in my jean shorts, black T-shirt, and black Converse. I put my shoulder-length hair in a ponytail.
When I was ready, I went to Tracy’s room and knocked.
“Come in,” she called from behind the closed doors.
“You ready?” I asked her while entering the room.
“Yeah, I just need to put on mascara.” She was standing in front of her closet where a floor-length mirror was located. She was wearing white shorts, a red blouse, and black sandals.
“Okay. I’m ready, let’s go.” She grabbed her purse, and we left. Dad let us use his car, so we could drive to the mall in the town.
Our pack was located deeper in the woods. Our home was more like a village that no one really knew about.
We lived separate from humans, but that didn’t forbid us from communicating with them if we kept our secret. Most of us chose not to interfere with them, though.
The drive to the town lasted for forty minutes. When we finally arrived, we had developed a plan. First, we would find dresses, which, according to the invitation, had to be white or gold.
Then we would find shoes if none that we owned matched. Next step was going to the hair salon where Tracy had made an appointment at five o’clock.
“I love this place,” Tracy said while we looked at the huge building.
“I know you do, but we have a mission today, so no unnecessary drooling over things we don’t need,” I laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. Now let’s go, we have like five hours to find everything.” She grabbed me by my hand and dragged me through the mall.
We had been here for almost four hours and all we had found was new lingerie, a few T-shirts and Tracy a new handbag. Yeah, we didn’t follow our plan. But I expected nothing different from her.
She just couldn’t help herself.
“Let’s go into this one. I just have a feeling that my perfect dress is in here,” she said as we entered a small shop. I looked around and was pleasantly surprised.
It was cozy-looking shop with a lot of dresses, none looking alike.
“Hello there. How can I help you girls?” an elderly looking woman came out of the back room. She had short curly gray hair and was wearing a colorful summer dress. She looked like a nice woman.
“Yes, we are looking for two gowns for a huge ball. They have to fit a white and gold theme,” Tracy said.
“Oh, we have little of that, but I am positive you’ll find exactly what you are looking for. Come with me.”
She motioned for us to follow deeper in the store. She looked through some dresses and pulled out a beautiful long dress covered in golden glitter.
“Wow. Shiny,” I said, looking at it. Though it was beautiful, it was not for me, but Tracy was in seventh heaven.
“Oh my God. It’s perfect. I want to try it on,” she squeaked.
“I thought so.” The lady chuckled. They both went to the dressing room while I stayed behind. After ten minutes Tracy came out looking stunning in that dress.
“Oh my, Tracy. It’s like it was made for you. It’s amazing,” I said truthfully.
The dress was floor length with spaghetti straps. It hugged her body. In front, there was a deep V cut that showed her breasts, but it didn’t look slutty. She turned around and her back was bare.
“This is my dress. I’ll take it. Oh, but how much is it? I don’t think I can afford it,” Tracy asked sadly. The dress looked expensive.
“It’s not expensive at all. This dress costs $55,” the lady shocked us.
“$55? Are you joking?” Tracy’s eyes were wide open and she was glowing in happiness.
“Yes. I make these dresses myself. Each of them is unique. I remember how I always walked around the shops admiring dresses, but could never afford them.
“So, I opened this boutique to make someone like yourself happy and beautiful. I love to see young girls in my dresses.” The lady smiled.
“Wow. You are amazing.” Tracy hugged her.
“I’ll take it!” Tracy jumped up and down.
“As for you, dear”—the lady turned to me—“I have something for you.
“I just finished the dress yesterday, and no one has even tried it on, but I think it will fit you,” she said and went in the back room.
After a few moments, she came out with a white dress.
“Come. Try it on.” I followed her into the dressing room. She ordered for me to undress. I stood there in only my panties, uncomfortable and cold. Then she helped me put on the dress.
When she finished tying the back, I followed her back to where Tracy was waiting.
“So, what do you think?” I asked her after she failed to say anything. Did it really look that bad?
“Oh my God, Tri. You are so beautiful.” I saw her eyes tearing up. I smiled. I faced the mirror and gasped.
The dress was made from soft white material with long sleeves. My back was bare till my butt. A little too low, but as long as my butt crack didn’t show, it was okay.
The upper part of the dress was tied behind my neck, so it wouldn’t fall from my shoulders.
In the front, there was no décolleté, which I liked. The dress was skintight but under my butt it fell freely, so I could move well.
“Take it. Like, Trinity, I don’t think you’ll ever find a dress more perfect than this one.” Tracy hugged me.
I looked at myself in the mirror. This dress really was amazing.
I turned my attention back to Tracy and the old lady. “I’ll take it.” I smiled, and they both did the same.
“Finally we have dresses. Damn, every guy will want us and every woman will want to be us.” Tracy ginned, and I laughed out loud.
Even though today was exhausting, it was fun to go out with Tracy and to feel normal.
We paid the lady for the dresses, still shocked that they cost so little, and headed to get our hair done.
After another two hours we finally were ready to go home.
We arrived there around seven. Thanks to Tracy’s crazy driving skills, we got home in half the time it took us to get to the mall.
Turned out that the party was supposed to start at eight, but we still had to dress and do our makeup.
We got ready as fast as we could. I waited for Tracy downstairs. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised to see the way I looked. In a good way.
My hair was curled and in an updo hairstyle. I was wearing gold earrings and a delicate golden locket. I didn’t have to buy shoes because my nude strappy silhouettes were a perfect fit.
My mom did my makeup, and she had put on waterproof blood red lipstick. I looked and felt beautiful. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time.
Tracy came downstairs. She looked exquisite. Her long blond hair was curled but let loose. Her makeup was a little darker than mine and her lips were painted dark brown.
“All right, I’m ready. Let’s go. We’re already late. I took my phone and invitation. I’ll call you, Dad, when we’re ready to go home. Now let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!” Tracy ordered.
“Calm down. Everything will be fine,” I assured her. I wasn’t sure why, but it seemed like truth.
Tonight would be a good night. Well, hopefully.