"Hmmm." I tapped my nail to my mouth, "What ta wear?"
"Dad!?"
"Yeah!?"
"What should I wear?!"
"Something nice!"
"K! Don't ecpect me to get all dressed up formal!" I shouted back.
"That would be expecting too much from you."
"Ha funny." I said sarcastically.
After some time of going through my closet, I picked out my, Pink Strap pearl floral top, and my white skirt with my white vans. I took my hair out of my messy bun that was there from school, and they fell into nice curls. I put some pearls around my neck and wrists and a dash of perfume and makeup which consisted of Eyeliner mascara and some pearlish-pink lipstick and conceiler.
I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." I said.
My Dad walked into my room, "Well you dressed up nicer than I thought you would."
"I know, I wasn't expecting this either."
"Well they'll be here soon, I was just making sure you weren't going to show up to Dinner in a Jersey and some Slacks."
"About 20 minutes ago that would have been likely."
"Then what changed your mind?"
"When I saw how much it meant to you." I turned around and smiled.
"Aww, my baby girl." He pulled me in for a hug and kissed my forehead.
"Hey the curls." I warned.
My Dad laughed. "Just come out when they're here."
"Okay."
I continued doing my makeup, smearing conceiler on my face with my sponge.
Then I started doing my eyeliner carefully, then my mascara.
I put on alittle bit of lip linner, and then my pearly lipstick! And Viola! One porceline doll ready for a fauncy dinner.
I put some pearl braclets on my wrist.
-knock knock-
"Come in." I said.
And guess who walked in.
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Tyler Walked in.
"Tyler!?" I almost screamed.
"Cassie!?" He exclaimed.
"You have to leave we have guest coming over!" I rushed forcfuly pushing him out the door.

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