A Night to Remember!
Never would I
have thought how one experience could really mean so much to someone that it
actually leaves a mark in someone’s mind that he or she would want to remember
for the rest of his or her life. As a kid, I have always dreamed of that day
when I would get to see myself as a stunningly beautiful lady just like a
princess. I would imagine myself in an elegant gown in a fairytale-like scene as
I dance with my handsome prince. I have always dreamed of being a princess who
can sweep someone off his feet.
These were just
my fantasies until the night of my High School Senior’s Ball arrived and turned
my fantasies into reality. This was one of the most-awaited events during high
school days. The Grand Ball happened a few days after our graduation. It was a
sunny day, reflecting the seniors’ bright smiles as we awaited the evening to
come. Since the afternoon of that eventful day, everyone was already busy preparing
for the night of their dreams. Every one made great efforts to look good and
feel good.
I started as
early as 2pm to fix myself up. My mom helped look for a salon to fix my hair
and do my make-up. When it was done, I was flabbergasted as I looked at my
ruffled gray-silver and black cocktail dress for the nth time. It was a tube
top with beaded floral designs and a wrap in the waistline with a floral ribbon
in the left side. The bottom was layers of gray-silver and black semi-ruffles. I
liked my outfit. But since the school didn’t allow us to wear a tube top, I
looked for ways. I experimented with the lace back and I fashionably managed to
make it look like a backless top instead of a tube top. My three-inch silver-laced
glittery heels made me more confident. I chose to wear those heels because
aside from matching my cocktail dress; I felt comfortable wearing it.
When I arrived
at exactly 5:30 in the afternoon, I and my friends were out in the hallway of
the hotel where our Seniors’ Ball was going to be held. Waiting to take our
turns in entering the hall, I managed to rummage through my bag trying to find
my compact powder to retouch when I heard a voice behind me. I didn’t bother to
turn to look at whoever was calling me from behind. But when a cold hand
touched my right shoulder with a voice asking, “Ivy, naa naka’y escort?” I almost jumped in front of him but my feet
felt like it was glued on the floor upon seeing who that guy was. When I turned to see him, I realized that it
was this guy that I had been crushing on for months! I felt like I was
completely living my dreams at that moment. But I managed to come back to my
senses. I couldn’t deny the fact that he really looked so stunning that night. He looked like a gentleman in his all-white
attire from his tuxedo down to his shoes.
He was really fascinating to look at. My heart skipped a beat seeing
that beautiful creature in front of me. It was a breath-taking moment. It took
me a second to compose myself. Then I answered him, “No, I do not have an
escort yet.” So he asked if he could pair up with me. I hesitated for a while
but eventually agreed. I mean, with a guy so handsome asking to be your escort,
who wouldn’t? I was like, “OMG! This is it!” I didn’t expect for it to happen.
It all just came suddenly.
Then the party
started. When we entered the hall, we sat in a round table together with four
other pairs. We chatted, took some pictures, ate, and danced all night long. The
night went well and everyone had fun. The class was shown videos containing the
compilation of the pictures and scenes of our high school life—the activities,
the events, the memories—and it made us emotional. It was somehow a farewell
party as well to the batch. There was also an awarding for the lady and the
gentleman of the night. We were all excited to know who it was—with all the
beautiful and handsome seniors in the hall, I was sure it was hard to choose.
We excitedly listened as it was announced and unexpectedly, I was the one! I
was the Lady of the Night! I didn’t expect it. And it flattered me.
I had lots of
magical moments that night. The invitation of my prince charming that night to
be my escort was just one. Another was when we swayed and danced in the dance
floor as sweet love songs were being played. We danced for hours—literally
speaking—but with breaks, of course. While we swayed in the dance floor, we
chatted about a lot of things—of not forgetting each other, of when he will
come back and other stuff.
I enjoyed every
moment of it. We chatted and bonded like we had never done before and as if it
was the last. Well, technically, it was the last before he’d leave. I had to
remember that after that wondrous night would be somehow sad because he was
leaving the next day, he was going somewhere and he’d be staying there for a
year or so. Just when we started to become close, he had to leave. And it made
me deeply sad. But though it was like
that, I was still very grateful for having the chance to know him better, and
to have sweet moments with him.
Sad as it can be, we
bid each other farewell and parted with long warm hug. The experience was
awesome. The roller coaster ride of emotions made it more memorable—from kilig to emotional, to flattered to sad and to happy. It was truly a night to remember.
