“Miss Meghan, Ever has nothing to wear,” Kim said coming out the closet and then going into James’ closet to pick him out something to wear.
“Well then you must wear something of mine,” Meghan said to me then took me by the hand. We quickly walked out the room and into Meghan’s room. Meghan let go of my hand and went into her closet. I slowly followed behind and opened my mouth once I saw the size of the closet.
It was James and my closet put together! There were dresses and skirts and shirts and pants. Anything you could come up with. And it was all so neat. It was color corded.
“Whoa…” I muttered and touched a silk Japanese styled dress.
“Oh this?” Meghan scoffed referring to her clothes, “This is nothing, you should see all I have in England.” I rolled my eyes and continued to look through the clothes. Finally Meghan came beside me and held out a black floral dress, “Not what I was picturing, I left my cotton one in Malan for fashion week.”
My eyes became wide, ‘Malan?’ I mouthed under my breath. I touched the soft dress. It was perfect.
“No time to waste! Go and change then pick out some shoes.” Meghan hurried me and pushed my in her closet to get ready. I quickly put on the dress and picked out some nice heals.
I came out the closet and Meghan came to me with a hair brush, a necklace, and a ring. She put the necklace and ring on me while I lightly brushed my hair and the curls become loose and soft.
I was still brushing my hair when Kim and James came in Meghan’s room.
“Ever, you actually look nice for once in your life,” James said and smiled at me.
“I couldn’t say the same for you.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
“We should get going, they are getting a bit antsy.” Kim said and walked out the room without looking at anyone but me.
“Kimberly is right. I’ll go down first. Good luck!” Meghan gave us each a thumbs up and left her room, down stairs, and into the backyard into the garden.
I walked to the window and looked out it. I saw about a hundred reporters taking pictures of Meghan, writing things on note pads, talking into recorders.
James came behind me, “Wow, looks like your screwed.”
He turned and walked towards the door.
“If I’m screwed your screwed. We all know you want to be king of England or whatever. So, gonna help me so I wont screw it up for both of us?” I asked, kindly.
“You wouldn’t dare mess everything up just so you could go back to your perfect little life.” He came closer.
I put my hands on my hips and squinted my eyes, “Try me.”
He sighed, “Fine. If they ask you a question you don’t know about just make up any random lie you can think of and I’ll go along with it. Just make sure you tell the same lies over and over.” James turned around and went downstairs.
I took another look outside the window and sighed. I slowly went downstairs and in the kitchen. James was by the microwave fixing his hair.
“Really? You couldn’t just use a spoon or something?” I asked and rolled my eyes.
He took a spoon out his back pocket. I rolled my eyes, he is so conceded.
James walked up to me by the door that lead to the garden. I sighed and fixed my dress.
“Ever?” He asked and looked at me. I though he was going to say something nice like do good or break a leg. But he said, “If you screw up in anyway, your sleeping in the tub for a week.”
