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AFTER THE TALK AT EMILY AND SAM'S, ANNABEL HAD FOUND COMFORT IN THE PACK ONCE AGAIN.
The first time she had heard them be referred as a pack, the blonde almost got whiplash as she turned to look at Kim.
Along with gaining her solace in the group again, another thing blossomed from the talk. Annabel had begun going to Lahote Mechanics to accompany the russet skinned boy as he worked away, the two learning more and more about each other as their friendship grew.
Finishing up her lunch, the Summers girl made her way to Caroline's room hastily. "How do you look?"
When Caroline turned, her form was shaped in a deep green mini-dress. It was made with a silk material and paired with a pair of white heels. "I don't know if it looks good on me, Bels,"
Annabel gawked at her sister, not sure why she would ever think that when she looked the way she did. "Caroline Louise. You look perfect," the younger girl gushed, "now get in the bathroom so I can fix up your hair. Make looks amazing, by the way."
"Really? I tried something new."
"And ya did it perfectly." As Caroline sat down on the stool she had in the bathroom, Annabel began her work on the eldest blondes hair.
Between curling it, putting it up into a formal bun, and adding small dazzles within it, the girls hadn't finished up until two-thirty — leaving thirty minutes until the date started.
The sisters looked up at the mirror, both admiring Caroline's form. "You look beautiful, Care. Antonio would be insane to think otherwise," and as a smirk graced her lips, she added, "though I don't think you have to worry about that."
Caroline furrowed her brows, "What'd you be?"
With a laugh, the youngest Summers said, "I might've forced him to give me some feedback on the date the other day."
With widened eyes, Caroline swatted at her sister, "Stop prying!
"Never!"
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La Push was particularly grimy that afternoon. There had been a surge in rain in the past week so it was to be expected. As Annabel got out of the truck, she comfortably walked herself into Lahote Mechanics in search of the same boy she always came for.
"Hey, Annie," Paul had heard her arrive and so a smile had already found its way to the boys lips.
Since he called her it at the Uley's, Annie had stuck around. Not that Annabel seemed to mind in the slightest, though.
