Something Inside (Published)

Chapter 8....

**Edited!!

The next morning, I found myself standing in front of my mirror with Kacey beside me. My floor was littered with every single piece of clothing I had, as was my bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, "I don't think so." I said.

Kacey had picked out a dress for me to wear. It was super cute, but it seemed too fancy, and maybe like I was trying too hard. Ashton said to dress comfortable, but sexy. How the hell was I supposed to do that? "It looks like I'm trying too hard Kacey."

"No, it doesn't." She protested.

"Yes, it does. Let's look for something else."

I turned and went to look through my clothes for something better. After a few minutes of not finding anything, I grabbed my phone sending a text to Ashton to see what exactly we were doing.

To: Sexy Beast (Ashton)

From: Layla

It's Layla. What are we doing today?

I stood by my bed looking over my clothes and suddenly my phone beeped in my hands. Looking down I saw it was Ashton.

From: Sexy Beast (Ashton)

To: Layla

Nothing extreme. Probably lunch, and see where things go...

Like that helps, I thought sarcastically. The sound of my name being called had my head snapping towards Kacey.

"I found the perfect outfit." She said holding up a pair of dark blue washed jeans, and a white sweater.

"Okay." I grabbed them and started taking off my clothes. I stood there in my bra and panties, reaching for the jeans. Since they were black skinny jeans I had to do the little dance to just put them on. Buttoning them, I reached for the sweater. As I reached for the sweater I saw Kacey's eyes on my stomach. I knew what she was looking at.

Across my stomach from my left side of my ribs, to just above my belly button was a jagged scar. Just looking at it made me sick. Not wanting to look at it and remember how I got it, I pulled the sweater quickly over it. Kacey sent me an apologetic look, but I waved her off. I didn't blame her for staring at it, it's hard not to stare at something like that.

"Yes. That's the outfit, but it needs something else. Hmm..." Kacey said, looking around my room. A second later she held up a pair of high heeled black booties with a peep toe. I couldn't help but smile as I slipped them on.

"I like it." I said. The outfit was plain and simple but also made me look classy.

"You look hot, but let's hurry and do something with your hair."

"Hey! My hair looks fine!" I said, defending it.

"Okay... Sit." She pointed at the chair in front of my desk and mirror.

Obeying her, I took a seat and let her do her work. Honestly, Kacey could do wonders on anyone. I closed my eyes and let her do her thing as she pulled my hair and poked my eyes with eyeliner. I kept protesting at the amount of eye shadow she was using, but her excuse was that I was going on a date with a hot multi-millionaire, and that it was essential that I looked my best. Apparently the soft, tinted browns she was using brought out my eye colour.

"There you go." She announced proudly. Opening my eyes I stared at myself. I couldn't help but smile at my reflection. A little bit of blush covered my cheeks. My lips were covered in a pale shade of pink lipstick. My brown hair hung down in soft waves. The look was completely me, and I loved it.