Mitchelle's POV
I stared at myself in the full length mirror. The outfit I had chosen for today was a statement piece, it screamed on word which was none other than luxury. I hadn't wanted to wear something from one of the more popular brands because I was not the type that loves attention buy I planned to do so today. An incident years ago when Brianna and I had showed up for a birthday party in the same outfit had ruined the lure of off the rack brand outfits for me.
My chance meeting with Mikel Ontario had been fate. Since then, he had been making every single outfit I put on. And I was always dressed to the nines. He was my secret weapon and he was well compensated for it. The dress I had on today had been in the works for a while, it was made for me and it looked so tight, it could have been mistook as my second skin if it was not red. Prom was a special event that I had always anticipated for and it's finally here, I could not help but feel nervous with the thought of being overdressed and I didn't want to be outdone by anybody. I planned to steal the show and command attention from the whole room as I always did even when I didn't want to be noticed, my body made it impossible. I have one hot and banging body that made body whistle when ever I pass by.
Deep red sequined fabric stretched across my body, tapering to every curve. The back of the dress was non existent, scooping down to the to the top of my ass bringing out the shape of my big ass and fat hips. The long sleeves were sheer lace and so was the rest of the material from midthigh to the ground. I had on black Louis Vuitton wedges and a tiny black clutch bag that could only fit my lipstick and mascara. My dark brown hair had been trimmed and dyed the previous day, so the caramel highlights were visible. My hair stylist had done it up in a low, messy bun. I looked flawless, classic and expensive and I knew it.
"Ohh my goodness Mitchelle, you're dressed to kill" I giggled as I swirled in front of the mirror admiring my body, my skin looked so dazzling and light skinned, I smiled sweetly and brought out my phone to snap myself to keep memories of this day, after all it's my graduation soon.
My friends had been pushing me to accept one out of all the guys that had asked me out for prom, but I wasn't a romantic person at heart, the thought of having someone hand on my waist in the party cringed me and I couldn't help but shudder it off. I didn't plan on going with just anybody. I wanted today to be special and so if I wasn't going to spend it with a special person, I'd rather spend it alone. After all, I enjoyed my own company.
With one last swipe of lipstick, I turned and walked out of my bedroom. I swept down the curving staircase that led to the front hall. My father stood at the bottom of the stairs smiling up at me.
"You look so perfect, Mimi."
"Thanks Daddy."
"You look so much like your mum. It feels like yesterday that I took her to prom. She wore sneakers under her dress." He smiled at the fond memory.
I didn't really know my mum. I had seen lots of pictures of her and could recall a warm presence at my side from when I was much younger, but she had died when I was three, so there wasn't much I could really remember. I got my brown eyes and hair from her. But all of my stubbornness and determination from my father as he liked to say.
"Have fun baby." He dropped a kiss on the top of my head before I walked out of the mansion.
The driver was waiting for me when I got outside. I felt a bit sad that I wasn't going to be showing up in a limo with my date and all my friends. Pushing the thought away, I climbed in. A second later, the car pulled away from the curb.
"Where to, little miss?"
"The emerald event center"
" Okay ma" he muttered as he faced the road properly and continued driving.
The party was in full swing by the time I got there which was perfect for me. I wanted to make a grand entrance. Even though Benetton High was a preppy private school with lots of rich and influential kids, we still had a social hierarchy and I sat high up. There was being rich, and then there was being Ethan Charles rich. The only other person whose family was almost as wealthy as mine was Collins Armstrong, son of tech billionaire Amos Armstrong. My father's rival and worst enemy, all I knew was that my dad and Collins's dad were once best friends but things changed after the day our mothers died. My dad didn't tell me anything about what happened but I know that what happened has something to do with the death of my mother and I can't help but be curious on what happened.
I timed my entrance perfectly so that it was at the moment the lights went off just before the speeches began that I would walk in. I had also spoken to the event coordinators earlier so the lights wouldn't all come on at the same time. So by the time I was standing in position at the door, the first light came on just above my head, illuminating the door and framing my entrance. I revelled in the silence that followed as all eyes fell on me, gasps and whistles filled the hall as they all stared at my body, the boys' eyes were glued to my hips, butt, bare back and boobs. They were all ogling at my body, the sequins on my dress reflecting the light and making me iridescent.
I was the self appointed queen of Benetton and I had no plans of going out without a bang.
"I could not help but wonder how this prom will be, I just hope that it ends well" I thought as a sudden bittersweet happiness flowed through my veins and I shivered.
