she
said to Bianca. But before Michelle could get away, Bianca caught
up to her fast at her desk.
"Okay, Michelle, what is it with you
and Bruce Colby?"
"Whatever are you talking about?"
Michelle asked as she slouched down into her desk chair. Michelle
was so obvious that it made Bianca laugh.
"Are you going to tell me?" Bianca
asked her.
"I can't.'
"You can't or you won't?"
"I'm not going to." Michelle picked up
the phone and began dialing a number before Bianca yanked the phone
from her hand.
"Why?" Bianca insisted. "Why won't you
tell me?"
As if transported to never-never land,
Michelle didn't answer for a long time.
"Michelle? Did you hear me?"
"I'll tell you. But not
here."
"Where then?"
"I don't know, but not
here."
"I'm going to hold you to it," Bianca
said before she walked away.
Bianca was not flattered when she,
Michelle and Camina reached the doors of Excalibur and only Bianca
was asked to present her ID while Michelle and Camina whizzed right
through. Just one more reason to feel alienated and singled out, a
telltale sign of events to come.
With the dance floor jammed packed,
wall-to-wall men, and not an empty seat in sight, this was the
nightlife in every sense of the word and Bianca remembered why she
didn't frequent these places. The music was much too loud, loud
enough to overpower the negative chatter that ran rampant in her
head. This was obviously not her thing, and she feared it would be
a long night.
Both Michelle and Camina wore tailored
designer dresses that complemented their slim physiques, while
alongside, Bianca sported her red and white polk-a-dot dress that
seemed to hang off her body.
Into the sea of night clubbers, they
headed towards the bar, the smell of alcohol in the air. It wasn't
until Bianca noticed the attention from the men at the bar directed
towards Camina and Michelle that Bianca's plain attire hit
her.
Very casually, trying hard not to be
obvious, Bianca glanced at Michelle and Camina, then glanced down
at her dress. A whopping difference in her appearance versus theirs
was evident. And it was not just because of her plain dress. It was
Bianca's hair neatly pulled back into a bun and her bare face that
set her apart, while straight bleached blonde tresses draped down
the shoulders of Camina and Michelle.
A sting of discomfort set in, and
Bianca's first thought was to hit the road, but quickly dispelled
the thought. After having come this far, she wasn't turning back
now, at least not yet. It wasn't like she planned to meet anyone
anyway.
As they reached the bar, Bianca felt
the vibrations of the blaring bass underneath her feet and knew
that she would not be able to endure much more of this, even with
her concentrated effort to do so. What was most important was that
she send a clear signal to Michelle and Camina that she did know
how to have fun and was not that much different from
them.
Bianca listened to Camina and Michelle
rate the attractiveness of the men on a scale from one to eleven
and wondered how men would rate her. Would she be labeled a three
or a four?
Feeling totally out of place and ready
to leave, two professional-looking gentlemen, wearing dark suits
and ties, approached them all at the bar. Right away, one of the
gentleman wearing designer glasses smiled at Camina and held out
his hand to her. "Would you like to dance?"
Without a moment's thought, Camina was
quick to follow his lead and off they went. The other blue-eyed
gentleman, who was not as tall, glanced over at Bianca, before
abruptly diverting his attention to Michelle. "How about it?" he
asked Michelle.
Michelle wrapped her purse around her
body. "Sure," Michelle said as her eyes shot to Bianca. "I won't be
long."
A tinge of jealousy swept through
Bianca's heart as she glared at the gentleman escorting Michelle to
the dance floor. Lucky for Bianca, she found a seat at the bar and
tried her best to remain positive about the evening. If all else
failed, she would have the
said to Bianca. But before Michelle could get away, Bianca caught
up to her fast at her desk.
"Okay, Michelle, what is it with you
and Bruce Colby?"
"Whatever are you talking about?"
Michelle asked as she slouched down into her desk chair. Michelle
was so obvious that it made Bianca laugh.
"Are you going to tell me?" Bianca
asked her.
"I can't.'
"You can't or you won't?"
"I'm not going to." Michelle picked up
the phone and began dialing a number before Bianca yanked the phone
from her hand.
"Why?" Bianca insisted. "Why won't you
tell me?"
As if transported to never-never land,
Michelle didn't answer for a long time.
"Michelle? Did you hear me?"
"I'll tell you. But not
here."
"Where then?"
"I don't know, but not
here."
"I'm going to hold you to it," Bianca
said before she walked away.
Bianca was not flattered when she,
Michelle and Camina reached the doors of Excalibur and only Bianca
was asked to present her ID while Michelle and Camina whizzed right
through. Just one more reason to feel alienated and singled out, a
telltale sign of events to come.
With the dance floor jammed packed,
wall-to-wall men, and not an empty seat in sight, this was the
nightlife in every sense of the word and Bianca remembered why she
didn't frequent these places. The music was much too loud, loud
enough to overpower the negative chatter that ran rampant in her
head. This was obviously not her thing, and she feared it would be
a long night.
Both Michelle and Camina wore tailored
designer dresses that complemented their slim physiques, while
alongside, Bianca sported her red and white polk-a-dot dress that
seemed to hang off her body.
Into the sea of night clubbers, they
headed towards the bar, the smell of alcohol in the air. It wasn't
until Bianca noticed the attention from the men at the bar directed
towards Camina and Michelle that Bianca's plain attire hit
her.
Very casually, trying hard not to be
obvious, Bianca glanced at Michelle and Camina, then glanced down
at her dress. A whopping difference in her appearance versus theirs
was evident. And it was not just because of her plain dress. It was
Bianca's hair neatly pulled back into a bun and her bare face that
set her apart, while straight bleached blonde tresses draped down
the shoulders of Camina and Michelle.
A sting of discomfort set in, and
Bianca's first thought was to hit the road, but quickly dispelled
the thought. After having come this far, she wasn't turning back
now, at least not yet. It wasn't like she planned to meet anyone
anyway.
As they reached the bar, Bianca felt
the vibrations of the blaring bass underneath her feet and knew
that she would not be able to endure much more of this, even with
her concentrated effort to do so. What was most important was that
she send a clear signal to Michelle and Camina that she did know
how to have fun and was not that much different from
them.
Bianca listened to Camina and Michelle
rate the attractiveness of the men on a scale from one to eleven
and wondered how men would rate her. Would she be labeled a three
or a four?
Feeling totally out of place and ready
to leave, two professional-looking gentlemen, wearing dark suits
and ties, approached them all at the bar. Right away, one of the
gentleman wearing designer glasses smiled at Camina and held out
his hand to her. "Would you like to dance?"
Without a moment's thought, Camina was
quick to follow his lead and off they went. The other blue-eyed
gentleman, who was not as tall, glanced over at Bianca, before
abruptly diverting his attention to Michelle. "How about it?" he
asked Michelle.
Michelle wrapped her purse around her
body. "Sure," Michelle said as her eyes shot to Bianca. "I won't be
long."
A tinge of jealousy swept through
Bianca's heart as she glared at the gentleman escorting Michelle to
the dance floor. Lucky for Bianca, she found a seat at the bar and
tried her best to remain positive about the evening. If all else
failed, she would have the
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