The Love of An Invisible

05/24/2019 – New York , Manhattan, Upper East Side.

[ Iuri Stevens’ vision ]

“You look beautiful, son,” Mistress Carmen speaks and her eyes water.

“Thank you, Mom.”

My esmoquin is perfectly aligned, my mother took care that not a single strand of my hair was out of order.

“I hope you four have a wonderful time.”

“Thank you Mrs. Carmen,” George thanks her smiling.

“Bye…” I’m interrupted.

“You won’t leave without taking the picture,” the order is given by my father who is already with the camera in hand – Come girls!

Laila and Michelle approach and position themselves; Michelle next to me and Laila next to George, holding Michelle by the waist.

“Say, prom,” he positions himself with the camera on his face.

“Prom,” we say together and I blink my eyes several times at the strong white light of the flash that blinds me for a few moments.

“Go with God and behave yourselves, see?” my mother speaks up and hugs my father around the waist, he puts his arm over her shoulder.

“Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Stevens,” George says and leaves the house, then the girls say goodbye and leave too.

Laila is George’s cousin, Michelle is Laila’s best friend. After George’s parents insisted so much, they accepted to be our dates; they are both in the second grade and they are from the same school as us. In my opinion, Michelle is the prettier of the two, her green eyes in contrast with her white skin, her long, wavy blond hair, her height is only about three centimeters shorter than me, her curves are bigger too, Laila has black eyes and a slim body, she is at least five centimeters taller than George. Michelle is beautiful, but Aya still outshines her.

Three days ago my father gave me a car as a present for my high school graduation and college admission, a silver Honda Civic. Mr. Gustam Millenis has an acquaintance there at the driving school, thanks to this, I arrived, drove, and got my license, without any bureaucracy.

George sits in the driver’s seat and tidies up his hair even more looking in the rearview mirror. And the girls settle into the back seat. I turn the key and start.

[Gustam Stevens’ vision]

“Our plan didn’t work,” Carmen closes the door.

“He will find another girl, who knows, maybe he won’t keep in touch with Michelle, she’s a girl who was very polite and pretty too,” I shrug and sit on the sofa next to my wife. “Time will tell.”

“I just want him to be happy, darling.”

“Me too, my love,” I kiss her forehead, she smiles and her head rests on my shoulder. “How about we enjoy the evening too?” I suggest.

“What do you have in mind, Mr. Millenis?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Dinner at one of the best pizza places on the Upper East Side, and then…”

“I’ll get dressed,” he gets up faster than the flash and runs to the stairs.

He laughs at this, my wife loves pizza, so do I, and our son is not left out, we are the pizza-eating family.

[ Aya Millenis’ Vision ]

My heart hammers hard inside my chest, my hands sound and tremble in anxiety. I look at myself once more in the mirror, the blue satin dress is very tight, thus making visible my simple feminine curves, its thin shoulder straps make my breasts look even bigger, its length drags on the floor.

“You look beautiful Aya,” Cristine smiles observing her work.

“Thank you for helping me,” I smile back.

“Come on, Aya,” I hear the call from downstairs.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I hope you have a good time and congratulations for getting into college.”

“Goodbye,” I say goodbye and leave the room.

I walk carefully down the stairs, I’m not used to walking in heels. As I reach the last step, I see my father dressed in his dress, looking at his watch. I look away from him to my mother, who is dressed in a black knee-length dress with loose hair.

“Are you really going to accompany me?” I ask, approaching them.

“You are grounded, if you want to go to this dance we will go with you, if not just go back to your room, you will be doing us a favor,” my mother answers with a frown on her face.

I have been grounded for four days, without being able to watch anime, TV or anything that has any relation to technology and the Internet. My only way to pass the time was to continue my walks with Leandro and when I got home I read my manga. But two days ago, my mother forbade me to leave the house. I cried a lot, I was living a real dream and in this dream I almost ended up really losing my virginity, but Leandro was more responsible than me and stopped.

“Without further ado, let’s go, the sooner we go the sooner we come back,” my father opens the door and is the first to go to the car in the garage.

“We will not stay more than two hours there Aya,” warns my mother, she is the second to go to the car.

I take a deep breath, I will feel more relieved when I go to college, unfortunately I didn’t get a full scholarship, but since my parents have already set aside the money, I don’t have to worry. I walk with careful steps and sit in the back seat of the car. I wish I could have gone like the other girls, their dates coming to pick them up at home and the two of them arriving hand in hand at the dance. But luckily Leandro understood my side and said he would be waiting for me at the entrance of the place. I think his way is so cute, so understanding.