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“Holy smokes! You look amazing,” Lydia said, chuckling, her eyes roving over me from head to toe.
I said tentatively, “Lydia, this dress, it’s too showy. I mean like my skin; it shows too much of my skin.”
With it on, I felt like I was someone else. But the dress was exquisite, and I appreciated its beauty, my fingertips following the lace tracing delicately across the contour of my bosom.
Behind me, Amanda said, “What are you going on about? That cocktail dress is perfect for you.”
Nora said, “You should be happy you get to wear it. Lydia is a darling for lending you something this fancy.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not like you can afford anything like that. Be grateful, will you?”
Nora was right. For a girl who loved beautiful clothing and was into fashion but could never afford anything remotely decent, I should be grateful that I got to wear this. It must have been very expensive.
I bit my lip as I glanced at Nora. Sometimes I had the feeling she didn’t like me much. I had the feeling she thought I was inserting myself into their friendship because, well, they were the it girls; popular, wealthy, and had everything they ever wanted.
It was only natural since they were alphas, the top thirty percent of the population with godlike genes that guaranteed them good looks, intelligence, and success.
At the age of ten, everyone gets their compulsory genetic test which classifies you as alpha, beta, or omega. As alphas, people treated you like deities. Your classmates flocked to you, hoping to somehow attach themselves to you, riding along with your success and life of luxury.
An omega like me, the lower ten percent of the population with what was considered a cursed gene, didn’t belong anywhere near them, and I knew everyone thought I was a parasite, unashamedly sticking myself to Lydia and feeding on the crumbs of charity she so kindly bestowed upon me.
Sometimes, I did feel like I was intruding into Lydia’s life, and I never did feel comfortable around her or the people who surrounded her. The best place for me had always been my closet-sized apartment. My haven where I could chill and do my things.
“Right, put on the shoes, Delcy. You’re wearing the dress and these shoes,” Lydia ordered. “We need to get moving. We’re running late as it is.”
As I didn’t want to make a scene and piss any of them off, I hastily put on the three-inch heels and took a quick look at myself one last time.
I swallowed hard as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
Raven locks, sun-kissed complexion, brown eyes, a well-defined nose, and full lips—I was told I was beautiful. They said I looked like an angel, and I fit perfectly into Lydia’s group of four, which included Lydia the Enchanting Queen, Amanda the Red Beauty, Nora the Sexy Succubus, and me, Delcy the Untouchable Angel.
But I wasn’t untouchable, nor was I an angel. I was an omega, and being untouchable was simply impossible since my body had started producing pheromones, and I had no one to fend for me. Since that incident, I have learned to fend for myself. I had learned to make sure I had my suppressant with me.
I was a nervous wreck by the time we arrived at the gallery, a fancy building uptown in the city.
At the entrance, as Amanda and Nora joined the throngs of people streaming into the gallery, I stood rooted to the spot. A sense of panic gripped me.
I didn’t belong here. Not now. Not ever.
Lydia turned to me and asked, “Delcy? You coming?”
I gave her a glance that conveyed my unease. She flashed me a smile and then came over to me and hooked her arm with mine.
“We’ll go in together,” she said. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
I didn't understand the reason behind it, but my intuition urged me to flee.
My gut instinct was never wrong. That day when Mom and Dad had left the house for work, I had felt like this—sick to my stomach with the inkling that something bad was going to happen.
Something bad had happened; Mom and Dad got into a motor vehicle accident. That morning had been the last time I had seen my beloved parents.
“Delcy?” Lydia asked. “You look pale.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, just feeling a bit… off.”
Lydia looked at me for a brief instant and then said, “You’re thinking of running away again, aren’t you?” Her tone conveyed a sense of accusation.
“What?” I asked.
