Our Last Dance

6.

It was around 5:30 p.m. when Stevie slipped herself into a long sleeved, black dress, something casual but just simple since she had no idea where dinner would be taking place. She pulled her hair down from the claw clip it had been in all day and it not only smelled of her shampoo since she had just washed it that morning, but once she had dried it---she had twisted it up into the clip and by that many hours later, she had the most beautiful waves.

Once the blonde was done combing her hair, she spritzed her perfume on her neck and she walked out of the bathroom and into her room.

"Gwamma, awe we gonna eat lunch?" Ireland stood up from the middle of the bed.

"No, but we're gonna have dinner," she smirked, coming over to the foot of the bed. "I'm gonna call Lindsey to come over and get us right now," she tapped her nose with her index finger and she kissed her pouty lips.

"He's coming?" she giggled and plopped down in the spot she had been sitting in.

"Yep. Come on now," she grabbed the remote and turned the television off. "Let's go downstairs and put our shoes and coats on."

"Okay," the little girl slid off the side of the high bed and landed on her feet with ease.

Before getting herself ready, the blonde gave her granddaughter a rinse off in the tub and then put her in some warmer clothes that Annelle had packed for their weekend together but she was wearing a red overall dress and under she had a black, long-sleeved thermal top and black leggings.

As the two made it down the stairs, Ireland rushed to the foyer to put her black and white slip-on Vans on while her grandmother made her way to the house phone in the kitchen to give Lindsey a call.

After doing so, the blonde walked over and met her granddaughter.

"Hey, you got your shoes on..." she smirked, picking up one of her black suede boots.

"Yeah, I know how," the girl grinned.

"That's great," she assured, zipping her boot in place.

The girl giggled. "Gwamma, you gwew taller."

"You're right. These boots make me a lot taller," she assured. "Lindsey will be here soon, my love. Let's make sure we're on our best behavior. Remember, don't interrupt when grown-ups are talking. You have to say excuse me or just tap grandma's arm."

She nodded her head.

Stevie then reached for her coat from the closet; it was a black trench coat. And then she grabbed Ireland's camel colored one that was in the same style.

There was nothing the little girl loved more than matching her grandma.

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"Dad, look at you..." Shelly smirked, crossing her arms as they reached the foyer.

He was wearing a white, long-sleeved button-down, a pair of dark wash jeans and just his leather jacket on top with black shoes.

"What?" he slicked his curls back a little.

"I'm not so sure you wanted us to come to dinner... You're dressed for a date."

"Oh, come on. It's not a date, Shelly. She's bringing her granddaughter and I'm bringing you guys..."

"Hey, I'm not judging. I love her!"

"I know you do... We held her up today talking and you know, she's not charging for the classes..."

"Dad, we know that. But that can't be the only reason you asked her to dinner with us... She's a very attractive woman. I may idolize her, but you're super into her!" she squealed, clapping her hands. "I think it's great..."