Little Miss Perfect

The Ashford's

Skylar's POV
I'm leaving the school with Michael, when I feel someone touch my shoulder. I turn around to see Mia. What does she want. "Hey Skylar, I was wondering if I could get your number, so I can tutor you?" "Omg, Mia is tutoring you! That is so embarrassing." Michael says laughing.

I roll my eyes. "I guess you can have my number, but you have to delete it when we are done with this stupid tutoring shit." "You know you shouldn't curse, you can get in trouble." "Why, is it bad?" I say sarcastically.
Mia rolls her eyes, and Michael laughs. "Whatever." Mia says.
We exchange numbers, and I walk off with Michael.

***
"I can't believe Mia is tutoring me, I just want to punch principal Matthews for making me do this. It's so stupid!" I say throwing my hands up. Michael laughs. Just wait until the rest of the school finds out. Ooh that is so not gonna end well."

"I'm well aware Michael!" He laughs again. "This isn't funny." I say whining. "It kinda is." I groan. "Whatever, this is my house, bye!" "Au revoir! [Bye]"
I forgot to mention, Micheal is French, well part French. His parents were both born in France, but he was born in America.

***
I walk in my front door, and I see both my parents sitting at the table. This can't be good.
"What's going on?" I ask putting my stuff down at the kitchen island. "We are going to the Ashford's for dinner tonight." My fathers answers. "Ashford's?" I ask, realizing the name sounds familiar. "I work with the mother, Kelly Ashford."
"Ok... when are we leaving?" "5:30." My mother answers standing up. "Ok."

I grab a snack and start my homework. Luckily I don't have a lot today.

***
After an hour of doing my homework, it is now 4:00 pm. I go upstairs to my room to start getting ready. "Do I have to look good for this!" I yell out to no one in particular. "Yes! Put a dress on!" My mom answers.
Ugh I have to wear a dress. I think to myself, as I open the door to my closet.
I have a big room, which means big closet. Which is good because I have a lot of clothes... and shoes.

I look through my closet for a bit and then I pull out two dresses. One black and tightly fitted, the other bright red and loose.