Chapter 2 Dark Cinderella

" Oh, thank you " Dawn covered Mariés face with lots of kisses.

Having enough already Marie gently pushed off Dawn. She straighten her wrinkled shirt " First, you will help me with this garage sale and look over my house after I am gone "

To soothe the teary moment Dawn raised three fingers and swore " Avec ma vie " ( with my life ). They both kicked into laughter.

Dawn bit her lower lip shyly and hugged Marie again. " I will miss you, so much "

" And you too munchy " they hugged for a long time and Marie left to attend to a customer. Soon later the broad lawn is filled with buyers and they auctioned off almost everything except a glass whale figure which Dawn kept as a souvenir in case she missed Marie during her honeymoon and we both know. She will !.

" Marie "

" Hmm "

" In French culture, we don't have the best man "

" Fuck! "

*****

" Bold, beautiful and proud " Dawn recited over and over tugging the waistband sleekly.

" I think this looks better on you .... " Marie trailed off as she noticed the waist-tight black ball gown. Frown lines appeared on her face abruptly '' Are you trying to be dark Cinderella, why are you dressed all back even your nail polish girl ''.

Dawn shrugged her shoulders proudly '' It is my favourite colour''

'' Yes, but first impression matters ''

'Dawn rolled her eyes and uttered '' This is not a date, I only want an acquaintance for your wedding. That's all ''

'' Acquaintance or not, babe. Go big or go home you do gotta change your preferences. Think outside the box and your walls '' Marie walked out to Dawn and positioned the dress on her as they both glared at the mirror.

'' Ew, I look like a unicorn poop ''

'' Silly rabbit, of course not. You look lovely '' Marie's gaze swung from the mirror to the dress.

Without being given another chance to negate, Dawn was forced to wear the dress she found cringy.

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It was 7: 30 in the evening.

Dawn walked in, the doors automatically opened up and her eyes scanned the room swiftly. Immediately after a buzzing from her phone disrupt the search.

It was a message for an unknown ' Hey doll face, look up '.

It only discerns from Dawn, that the message must be from her blind date.

' How rude, this guy needs a tight Dawn slap ' she thought shoving her phone aggressively into her clutch mumbling to herself.

This guy was already creating a bad image. However, it was a good thing for Dawn though she did not want to end up with a broken heart. She went to the extent of telling Marie she wanted a good-looking guy enough to make her ex jealous but not her type at all.

At this time she was in the elevator to the private area.

' Ding ' the elevator opened up to a beautiful floor. The interior design was fascinating, she could not help but gape at it in awe. Midway it had a chandelier made up of diamonds and expensively painted walls. The floors were made up of tiles from the most exquisite feature.

'' Hey, Cinderella. Hurry up before it's midnight then you can explore the castle '' a husky voice in a mocking tone ridiculed as it got closer.

It was Michael Alarie a huge superstar in Hollywood.

Now, he was closer. He took a close glare at the lady. She is very beautiful but he did not see any special about her.

It was great, all he wanted. The girl was dressed in yellow two straps and an off -an shoulder long gown with two pink roses at the sides.

In short, the dress was terrible, in her place Michael would not even wear that dress to his private bathroom but this silly bunny wore it from the apartment to this restaurant. How sad, he knew it was his sister doing ' Marie. He had told her he needed a date, a pretty girl to fit his standard yet not one he could sleep with or ever have interest on. Michael is a man hoe, the number of women he sleeps with a week is so unhealthy, that you would think he is an addict.

Someone was not his type so, she got the girl to dress like Cinderella's pumpkin. He strived not to laugh however could not.

He burst into long and cheerful laughter.

The innocent smile on Dawn's lips vanished it became a cold smirk.

She scanned the man head to toe, he had hazel eyes and grey hair. He was an A grade in the gene department making her feel like a C or worst an E.

Thankfully, he is no gentlemen, despite being this handsome. He would make her ex crazy and she would get the date she wanted.

He wore pale blue

shirt over some torn jeans and his hair still looked wet. Meaning that he did not even try to look good or to impress. He was definitely what she was looking for.

##What happens when what you are looking for becomes what you needed ##