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ANNABEL FIDDLED WITH HER FINGERS, NERVOUSLY WAITING ON HER SISTER TO COME INTO THE BATHROOM.
The blonde had went home, gushing about Paul the entire night to her sister and the girls had decided to do a flipped version of Caroline's date.
Once the older girl got into the room, Annabel sat down on the stool, her heart pounding her chest. "What if he was just messing with me?"
Caroline furrowed her brows at her sister's words, "What'd you mean?"
"Like, what if I get there and he doesn't show up."
"Are you asking if he's going to stand you up?" Caroline asked with raised brows. When the younger girl nodded her head, she scoffed, "Bels, you're the sweetest, most beautiful girl I know. If he really decided to stand you up, that's his loss. And I'll have Toni beat him for it."
A smirk replaced her antsy lip biting almost immediately, "So he's Toni now?"
"He said all his family calls him that." She shrugged.
Annabel's eyes lit up, "He's saying you're his family! He is totally in love with you."
"Annabel, it's been two dates and a few hang outs. We haven't even talked about what we want yet."
"Yet,"
Caroline swatted her little sister on the shoulder, "This is suppose to be about you!"
"Yeah, but you make it so easy to change the conversation." Shrugged Bel.
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Annabel sat in the entrance of Stefani's, her heart in her ass as she impatiently waited on the Lahote boy. In his defense, the date was scheduled for five and it was only four-fifty.
She was dressed in a white lacy dress that fit her body like a glove. She paired it with a pair of small white and brown sandals and some dainty jewelry. Her hair, courtesy of Caroline, was sat in perfect waves on her shoulders.
It was another eight minutes before the bell on the door chimed and Paul Lahote walked through the door. Annabel was practically in shambles at the sight of him. His white button up which had the top two unbuttoned fit his form like no other. It was paired with some nice dress pants and some dressier shoes which probably belonged to Sam.
As she did the once over of Paul, the boy was near fainting at the sight of his date. From her hair all the way down to her shoes, she looked like a fairytale. Excitement coursed through him at the mere look of her.
