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Dinner Friends

Never be afraid to make new acquaintances.

December 24, 2011
Christmas Eve

"Darling. Would you just hold still for a moment?" My mother scowled at me impatiently. It is practically impossible to stay still if your hair is being yanked on. And in my case it was.

"I'm sorry mother. I guess I'm just a little antsy to meet your friends." I said dryly as she yanked on my hair again.

"Don't be, child. There's absolutely no need. They'll love you." She finished my braided bun and pulled a few strays of hair behind my ear. "You are my daughter you know."

"Yeah. I guess you're right." I tried my best not to roll my eyes or scowl in front of her.

She tightened my corset before slipping the rest of the dress over my small torso. "You look wonderful." She smiled against my cheek and I tried my best to believe her. But when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a porcelain doll, afraid that she might break. Her skin, too pale. Her eyes, so frightened they were a swollen blue. And her blonde hair matched it all. She seemed almost too perfect to be standing in front of me.

"Anastasia, you are going to do great with this dinner. Trust me. They're are just a few friends from Bently." Bently. A place of spoiled rich kids and uptight parents. This ought to go just fine.

"Fauna! Darling, our guests have arrived!" My father yelled from the stairwell and my mother clapped with excitement.

I sucked in a ragged breath and my mother's excitement turned to worry.

"Oh come on. This is going to be fun." She grabbed my hand, but I still stared directly at my unbelievable reflection in the mirror. "Come down when you're ready darling." She then left my room, leaving me even more worried.

I took another ragged breath before pulling the train of my dress up so I could walk, and I made my way to the top of the stairwell. Once I saw my parents' friends standing by the door, I scowled at myself for having a frown and plastered on my smile.

When I took a step down, my heels made an echo and everyone looked at me, making me quickly ascend the stairs.

"Your lovely daughter definitely knows how to make an entrance." A man about my father's age was wearing a tuxedo, and his black hair had strings of grey showing as it was firmly pressed back.

I gave him a small curtsy as my mother instructed and he bowed before me. Although we are not royal, my parents are rich enough to think so. So when we meet new people, it is appropriate to bow and curtsy.

My mother tried to hide her glare at me with a smile, as if I did something wrong. So I forced a smile to her and a woman approached me.

"It's so beautiful to finally meet you, Miss Greene." She had long brown hair cascading over her shoulder, matching beautifully with her navy blue gown and navy blue fingernails. She showed that she was far younger than the man, but age doesn't seem to be the problem here.

"It's amazing to meet you as well." I smiled and we shook hands after we showed each other our curtseys.

"My name is Gina Styles. This is my husband, Nicholas Styles. And my son," She turned to see if anyone was behind her, and she hastily grabbed the male's arm that was wandering by her side, "And this is my son, Harry Styles."

I nodded at the man, Nicholas, that had bowed at me earlier. And I looked up at their son. Honestly, I had to look up to him.

"I'm Anastasia Greene, and I am pleasantly glad to know that you have already come in acquaintance with my parents." I placed my hand on my mother's arm and she locked her hand in mine, meaning she was proud. Nice choice of words, Ana.