~Eve's Pov~
I woke up the next morning to someone banging on my door. I groaned but got up to answer it. I had just barely flipped the lock before the door slammed open, almost colliding with my face. Belle smiled widely and basically let herself in the room, plopping down on the bed. I turned to face her a raised an eyebrow.
"May I help you?" I asked.
" There's gonna be a party later and Zeke wants us to get it ready." She answered.
"Okay, so you wake me up at 9:34 in the morning to tell me this?" I said, yawning.
She grinned.
"Yup!"
"Fucking early birds." I mumbled and stretched, groaning as my bones cracked.
Belle chuckled and hopped off of the bed.
"Can I pick your outfit?" She asked.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Do I look like a barbie doll to you?" I asked.
"No but can I? Please!!"
I sighed.
"Fine but nothing too dressy." I gave in.
She walked into my closet and searched. She threw outfit after outfit at me to try on. I didn't even know I had all of these clothes in there. She must've snuck them in while I was asleep. However, I did like a lot of them. She really seemed to understand my style choices. Which I was glad for. After literally three hours of looking and trying clothes on, she finally settles on an outfit for me. I smiled, satisfied with how it looked. After she fixed my hair, we walked out of my room and downstairs.
Zeke told us what he wanted done for the party and we followed his instructions. Dahvie helped out a little bit with pushing the furniture around to make more space in the already large rooms. Belle and I cleaned and made some food. And when I say some, I mean a lot. But in Zeke's mind, we only made some. But he said it would be enough till later. And now? We wait.
