This is a short story that follows and focuses on Bella before she met Cleo and Rikki. This is a prequel (meaning her backstory) life growing up in her hometown and how she dealt with being the "only mermaid" this short story will show all the chall...
Amelia- " So it's Ballroom party themed? Ok got it i'm gonna give you the best makeover ever. You really don't need one you look great already but it's gonna be fun.
I can't wait to be your personal stylist for the night "Amelia the stylist at your assistance" I think it has a ring to it does it not?"
Amelia-"Omg Bella look at this dress try it on"
I hand her a white dress that I don't remember getting. And hand her a pair of silver shoes.
" These shoes are totally gonna look cute on you, here you have to try them on."
Bella:
Amelia really seems to be a professional at this stuff but then again, her mom is a fashion designer, so it really doesn't surprise me that she has this many clothes, shoes, handbags, belts, mini skirts.
I mean really everything that you could possibly think of.
But she doesn't really brag about it. She's inviting and seems to want to help me out a lot. When I first met her one of the first things that we did together was a fashion show in her room. Trying on all sorts of outfits. She has a massive walk-in closet. There's one thing for certain the sleepover is at her house are insane.
Amelia holds out the dress and smiles. And points into her walk in closet.
Amelia- " here I can't wait I'm so excited for you"
Bella-
I'm looking at myself in the mirror that's in her walk-in closet. The dress actually looks really pretty on me. My parents spoil my brothers so much. They have so many clothes yet I hardly wear that many dresses and if I do it's always at Amelia's house.
I smile in the mirror and do a little spin. I touch the mirror and I finally see some thing.. some thing I haven't seen in a while. I look pretty I don't think it's because I'm wearing a dress I think it's because I smiled. I don't really see this girl that much this version of me, I guess my mom kind of destroyed my self-esteem.
I get called all sorts of names because people cat call me and I ignore them. I don't view myself in the same way others see me. And people think I'm stuck up for this. They think I'm asking for attention they think everything and assume everything that is completely not true, but for the first time in a long time, I see that girl again the happier version of me. I take a step back and walk out the closet.
Amelia- " Bella I knew it would look pretty on you. Oh one more thing this is for you it's a custom handbag, here take it it's all yours. Aw you look so pretty let me take a picture."
Bella- "ok"
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Amelia sits me down and starts to no my makeup I asked her for a light makeup look, she's really good at doing makeup.
