|Luz Martin (4c) wrote in yegods,|
@ 2012-02-03 15:06:00
|Entry tags:||!log, maria de la luz martin, milo canonici|
WHO Milo Canonici and Luz Martin
WHERE Sirico’s, Brooklyn
WHEN Feb. 3rd, about 4:30 pm
SUMMARYFontbonne Hall Academy’s Father/Daughter Dance
Carl had gotten out of work early, arrived home about ten minutes after Luz had, and still managed to be ready to go before she was. He wasn’t a fan of the monkey suit, but felt grateful to be a man. It was so much easier for him to get ready. He was putting on the cufflinks that had been his grandfather’s while his wife and daughter were still frantically running about, getting Luz into a dress, making sure her hair was dry, finding the right shoes, the right necklace, stocking without a tear in them. Both mother and daughter seemed equally stressed and excited about this, and Carl just stood by and watched the curly haired teen and pregnant woman walk up and down the hall, in and out of the bathroom and Luz’s room. Neither of them thought Luz was quite ready when it came time to go, but it was time to go, so Carl had forced Luz into the car, kissed his wife, and promised to be back before sunset. Before Luz turned into a pumpkin.
Everything Luz wore belonged to her mother, expect for the stockings and undergarments. Carl didn’t park in the handicap spot, as he would have been allowed, and on request performed a quick look over of Luz’s dress before they entered the banquet hall where the Academy was holding its dance. A few people were there already, as it was still early, and for a moment Carl and Luz stood in the doorway and looked up at the high ceilings, the gleaning white drapes, the shimmering chandeliers, the bamboo chairs, the large flower arrangements that lit up in places. A string quintet was setting up in one corner and beginning to play light atmospheric music.
“This is by far the classiest thing we’ve ever done,” Carl said, blinking slightly from all the shimmering.
Luz nodded. “Sorry about that.” She began to look around, getting up on her tip toes to see around centerpieces. “Anya said she and Mr. Canonici would come early,” she told him.