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You checked your closet again. Hoping that you could find the perfect dress out of all of them, but again, came up empty. So, you reluctently called your mother, who had just gotten off work,“Hello,” her peppy voice picked up.
“I can’t find a good dress for Uncle Greg’s party. Can we go shopping?”
“Is all your homework done?”
You sighed, having been in college, this question was strange and annoying, but always suited your mother hen,“Yes, and besides it’s Friday.”
Your mother grumbled into the phone, before clearing her throat and saying,“Sure. We can go to the mall as soon as I get home and change.”
You were flipping through the racks, waiting for something to catch your eye,“Why are we going again?”
"Because your uncle has been promoted to a Colonel and they’re throwing a party for him.“
A worker from the store pranced up, this being the second time for him to do so he asked,"You sure you’re okay, Miss?”
Your mother and you both froze, and you swallowed,“Um, Yes,” you pulled the dress that you were currently holding, some pretty little mint number,“Does this come in a medium?”
The man scanned over the dress, looking completely unphased and checked the tag,“I’ll check in the back.”
As he pranced away, you set the dress back and sighed, letting out the breath you hadn’t known is been holding. Your mother set her hand on your shoulder,“Don’t worry dear, you’ll find them, eventually.”
You glanced down at your ankle, knowing full well what was hiding underneath your jeans. A script of somewhat legible cursive in maroon ink, that read, “You sure you’re okay, Miss?” It was the first words your soul mate would say to you, appearing on your ankle at midnight they day you had turned 16. You had kept yourself awake that whole night until finally the clock struck midnight, and you had searched your body before finally finding it.
Thinking back on your behavior with the attendant, you laughed,“That wouldn’t have worked anyway, that guy talked to us earlier.”
Your mom giggled,“I know, but every time I hear someone even remotely say those words to you I get excited. Which happens far too often.”
"Not all of us can be lucky enough to have their soul mates names in their first words like you and dad.”
Your mom smiled sadly, trying to sneak a glance at her wrist that has Hello, I’m James L/N written in cursive, and green ink, that she now hid with brackets. Your mom quickly hid the glance with a roll of her eyes and as she pulled a purple gem toned dress from the rack,"I know, I know. But if those are their words to you, just think about yours to them.”
You giggled,“They might be having heart attacks if they work in the service industry.”
The man from before came back with the same mint dress from the rack in a size medium, which you gladly took with the previous three that you and your mother had both picked out,“Let’s go try them on.”
After trying them all on, your mother and you finally settling on the mint colored dress that fell about an inch above your knees, it was a tunic dress that took in details from a yukata or kimono. With sleeves that ended widely and the cross section at the chest. It was light, flowy and comfortable.
So, when Saturday rolled around, you paired it with black wedges that had a zipper in the back and seemed to hug your feet. You straightened your H/C hair and put it in a bun, making sure to flesh it out tying socks around your pony tail and then wrapping your hair around it.
Your mother smiled and popped a fake red rose into your bun, “You look beautiful, Honey.”
"Thank you mom.“ You put the finishing touches on your make up and did the clasp on a string of pearls that your Aunt and Uncle had gotten you last Christmas.
The party would be held in a Suburb of Gotham, where your Uncle lived. The home was one that you had been plenty of times and visited often in your childhood. The backyard was only about half an acre but it was backed into a plot of land that held a creek going back into it. You smiled, thinking about all the times your Uncle, Dad and you would adventure back into it, and walk across the creek, by using a fallen tree trunk, that lead to a clearing. Right after the clearing was a small stretch of woods that entered into a small strip of drugstores, restaurants, electronic equipment stores and hair salons.
Your mother held your hand as you entered, and you almost fell when paparazzi started flashing cameras at you. This was a small suburb, only twenty minutes of the city, no one famous lived out here, until a limo pulled up and the paparazzi abruptly left you and swarmed the car.
Your mouth fell open as the Wayne family exited, your mother pulling you along,"Come along dear, I’m sure they don’t want us to stare.”
“Why didn’t you tell me the Waynes were gonna be here?”
My mother sighed,“Well, I knew your uncle invited them, but I hadn’t expected them to show up.”
“Why did he invite them?”
“Contract work he had done for Mister Wayne. He claims that it was working with Mister Wayne that got him the connections to meet his rank.”
You sighed. Great. You gazed back over your shoulder, Mister Wayne stepped out of the car, followed by his wife. You entered your uncle’s house, and you tried to forget about them, after all they were just people like you and mom.