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And to think he actually cared? Of course he wouldn't I mean he plays the 'I care so much' card but then all you end up doing is sitting around. I'm going insane.

Studying my lame flashcards for those simple and confusing questions I would be asked at the family party. 

'When did you meet?' A week ago

'How did you meet?' At Starbucks. 

'How are you doing with this sudden change?' Just missing family sometimes.

'Are you enjoying the party?' Very much. 

A knock interrupted my self-quizzing from my bed as I stared at the ceiling. 

"I'm not in the mood to bite." I answered lazily. I actually did bite Gael when she walked in on me dancing. It's quite embarrassing to be walked in on when you're in a private world. I didn't rehearse I just thought of the  dance as I moved my feet, and it probably looked unorganized. As you can tell, I'm a perfectionist. 

The door opened revealing Gael. It's like she's my mentor or something. 

"Hey." I said, rolling on my side so I wasn't facing the ceiling. 

"We need to do a dress fitting." She announced as I bit my bottom lip. 

"How fancy is this 'Friend party'?" I asked, sitting up slowly with humor laced in my words. She fiddled with her hands. 

"Very fancy,." She sighed before continuing, "unfortunately. I hate these parties personally because all everyone does is ask how you and you're ma- relationship is doing. It's like they are trying to size you up with their own relationship. It kills me, but I have to go." 

"Why do they do that?" 

"It's like a competition here. How much love you and you're partner have and who can do the steps faster." 

"That's weird. Am I involved in this cat-fight now?" 

"Like I said earlier, unfortunately yes." She sighed again. "But we should get going. It's across the house downstairs, so we should hurry. He expects us in a minute." 

"He?" I'm already uncomfortable as it is, and with a man fitting me into a dress makes it 100 times worse. 

"Don't worry, he's gay. he won't be checking you out." Gael giggled and reached her hand out to help me up. "Come on, the later we are the worse our dresses will be." She joked. Oh god. 

I grabbed her hand and followed her out the room, downstairs, and down a hall. We stopped for a second in front of a door, then she turned the handle and walked in. 

I looked at all the dresses on racks and on display. Are we suddenly shopping for a ball? 

I reached out and grabbed Gael's hand, turning her around. 

"I- I don't want to do this." I bit my lip again. She laughed. 

"It'll be fine. I was joking when I said the dresses would get worse for being late." 

"No, I don't feel comfortable." 

"Sometimes you need to step out of your comfort zone." A different voice announced. I turned my head to the left to see a middle-aged man leaning on a rack of smaller dresses, probably for little girls.  He was in a purple suit with a cream bow-tie and black shoes. His hair was slightly grey, not really tamed and there was light stubble on his face. 

"I know the boy kidnapped you, but come on! Lighten up." He chuckled, but Gael just shook her head disapproving. 

"That's not a way to greet the Luna." Gael whispered to him.