7

"You're finally home!"

The moment I stepped foot in the mansion I was immediately attacked by my mom. She swung her arms around me as she squeezed the living daylight out of my small figure. Her familiar scent immediately made me feel at home.

"Mom." I hugged her back as I softly tried to push her away from me so I could finally catch my breath. "How have you been?"

She loosened me out of her grip and gave me a warm smile. "I'm doing very well. You look so different from the last time I saw you. When was it again?"

I bit my bottom lip as I tried to avert my gaze from her. It has been a long time since I last came here. "Last Christmas?"

"It has been that long?!" Mom shrieked, her eyes widening at me. "You haven't been in New York since last Christmas? That explains why you have changed so much. I haven't realized that so much time had passed by."

"Yeah, I didn't either. I'm so consumed with work and such."

"What's all this--," My dad came out of the kitchen wearing a blue apron. I had a hard time keeping a straight face because he wore the apron conversely. "Amari. Finally, you have found the map that leads you home." He placed his hands on either of his sides and cocked his head at me.

"I'm sorry. I was too busy with the company. I don't even have time for myself." I told him in all honesty.

"I can see that." Dad eyed me up and down and gave me a disapproving look. "You gained weight, but don't worry I still love you."

I stared at him with my mouth hanging wide open as I heard Angelica snicker behind me. I forgot that she was also here with me. I was about to say something when I heard footsteps coming out of the living room.

"That's why she seldom comes to visit New York." Milan's voice echoed through the foyer as he walked over towards me. "You all are roasting her."

"Roasting?" Mom asked confused as she stared at Milan. "We are not cooking her."

Angelica burst out laughing. "Oh my god, this is hilarious." Angelica snorted as she placed her hand over her mouth to stop herself from snorting like a seal.

Milan patted mom's back and kissed her on her forehead. "What I meant with roasting was mocking, mom."

He then looked up at me and sent me a dazzling smile. The one I always saw on TV whenever he scored a goal. "Hey lil sis."

"Hey Millie Billie. Where is Yas?" I walked over towards Milan and gave him a hug. His torso was bare so when he hugged me back I was pressed hard against his abs. The abs so many girls from all around the world were drooling over.

"She went out to get groceries. She will be back soon." He told me as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Wow, you look so different since the last time I saw you."

"Shut up." I playfully slapped his chest. I couldn't say the same about him, because I saw him everywhere. On all social media, sports stores, and magazines. He was the star of football. The king.

When I went out to buy sports shoes at Nike, I saw his picture inside the store. I don't know how long I had stared at it before the store manager, a friend of mine, walked over to me asking if I knew the soccer player in the picture. I couldn't help, but answer proudly: "That's my brother."

"It's true. Right dad?" Milan snapped me out of my thoughts as he spoke up again. I watched his eyes that were now fixed on dad who still couldn't believe I was standing in front of him. "You look more mature," Milan said as he turned his attention back to me.

"You're still my little girl." Dad said as he ruffled my hair, a small smile playing on his lips. "Have you thought about what I told you last Christmas?"

"Daaaaddd!" I groaned out embarrassed as I looked at Milan for help. Instead he just shrugged his shoulders and mouthed 'I do not interfere.'

"I'm just saying." Dad threw his hands up in surrender. "I still think being a nun has its advantages." he added. "You know how much I love you and I don't want you ever to get hurt--,"

If you only knew.

"Dad, no I-- what is that smell?" I looked behind dad and Milan and saw smoke coming out of the kitchen. "Oh my god! Mom, your kitchen is on fire!"

Dad immediately turned around and his eyes widened. "Pudding, the chicken!"

"No, that dress is so--,"

"No, that dress is so--,"

"Perfect!" Angelica screamed as she walked out of the closet with a red sparkly dress in her hands. "It is perfect for the ball."

"I would say revealing, slutty, and totally not classy." I sat on my bed as I stared at the pile of dresses in front of me. "I still do not want to go."

"Oh come on!" Angelica threw the dress at me and I caught it right in time before it hit my face. "Go put it on! This is the only dress in which you will have a chance to get laid tonight."

"I do not want to have sex tonight!" I whisper-yelled at her. "Haven't you heard my dad? He still wants me to become a nun. And since I have practically zero experience in sex and relationships I may even consider becoming one."

Angelica's mouth fell wide open as she stared at me in disbelief. "I don't have anything against nuns, but I do not want my best friend to become one! I want to share my bomb dick experience with you too and vice versa."

"The only dick you get is from Alex."

"Yes and I don't think I will ever get tired of it." She replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "You will know exactly what I mean when you will find the right man."

"Yeah right. As if he exists." I muttered staring down at the beautiful dress in my hands. Still too revealing, but beautiful nonetheless.

"He exists okay." Angelica throws her hands up in despair. "You just need to go out to find him. He will not break into your house."

I let out a huff as I stripped out of my clothes to put on the red dress Angelica suggested. I was about to slip the dress on when Angelica let out a long disapproving sound. I looked tiredly up at her wondering what the hell was wrong again.

"Oh no, no! You are not wearing granny pants to the ball," she said as she pointed at my underwear. Blue and white with a bow in the front. I wouldn't call these granny pants, they were rather cute.

"No one is going to see it!" I protested as I looked down at my underwear. "Besides it's cute."

"It does not matter. With the dress you are going to slip on, there's a seventy percent chance that you will get some dick tonight. And no one wants cute, they want fierce, fire, and naughty."

"I'm not going to lose my virginity at some stupid masquerade ball!" I hissed as I opened my pink luggage and pull out the red panty I bought from our last shopping spree. "But fine, I will change if that's what will make you stop looking like a volcano that is about to explode."

"Thank you for finally listening to me! The expert!"

I rolled my eyes at her, but couldn't stop myself from smiling a little. Despite how much Angelica annoys me, I still love her endlessly.

After I slipped on the dress and panty I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked so different than when I was in my business clothes. The dress hugged my body perfectly in all the right places. Something that my business clothes don't do.

"Wow, you look smoking hot!" Angelica squealed behind me as she spun me around to face her. "Look at you, just wow."

"The dress is still too revealing." I mumbled as I looked down at the amount of cleavage that was on display. I don't even want to talk about the fact that my back is entirely bare.

But still, like Angelica said. The dress was perfect.

"It's perfect! You will steal everyone's breath away at the ball." Angelica gave me an approving smile. "Okay, now let's do your hair and makeup."

After an hour of tugging, brushing, and styling my hair Angelica put the curling iron down. "Voilà, look at those pretty curls."

I stared at myself in the mirror and I could not ignore the fact that Angelica did a wonderful job. Long spiral curls were flowing on my shoulders and on the left side of my head, there was a single side braid.

"It's so beautiful." I gushed as I turned my head left to right to see myself from all the different angles.

"Thank you. Now for the final touch..." Angelica opened the bottom drawer of the vanity table and pulled out a ruby-red sequined mask covered with feathers and embroidery. "It will not be a masquerade ball without a mask."