Falling For The Brit

Chapter 4: His Beautiful Princess

Chapter 4: His Beautiful Princess

Via's POV

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"That's what you get when you let your heart win, woooah~~

I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating

And that's what you get when you let your heart win, WOAAAAH!!!~~"

"Ehem, ehem. Let's not forget we're in a car. Tone done a bit, ladies." Dustin interrupted, making Mackenzie and I glared at him.

"Way to ruin the momentum, Dust." I shot at him.

So, basically we were in a car. All four of us, including Austin, we just came from school and Dustin agreed to drive us home in his Ford. I really preferred my pink mini cooper more, compared to this black automobile, but alas, I do not know how to drive, and the driver is off duty.

Mackenzie and I continuedjamming to Paramoreanyway, despite Dustin's reminders every second.

"Wooooaaah~~~~!"

"Shut up and get off the car. Be ready in three hours, okay?" Dustin scoffed. He sounded irritable.

"Whatever." I then got out of his Ford and went upstairs to my room.

I needed to get ready.

As I opened the door, mom caught me by surprise because she had put a ton of dresses on the bed and set up my makeup table elegantly.

"Mom, what's all this?" I interrogated looking lost in my room.

"Sit, Via. Let's fix you up. Mackenzie, dear, come here." She said in a subtle way, it was so unlikely of mom to be like this.

"Woah, woah! What's going on?" I backed off awkwardly. Mom furrowed her brows at me.

"You need to look best at your first date. Come, we're here to style you." She gestured towards the chair. I didn't want to budge, but I guess I had no choice.

I rolled my eyes at them playfully, before raising my hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay."

"Ahh, my baby has grown. I remember my first date..." Mom trailed off in a dreamy tone.

"Ugh" I shrugged my shoulders. Mom seemed to get me as she continued to do my makeup.

Once I was done, I had no idea what I looked like because my attention was turned against the mirror. Mackenzie styled my hair into God knows what. All I could see was a lot of straightening, pinning, and hairspray.

"Now, what to wear, what to wear." Mom looked at Mackenzie then at me. She gave Mackenzie a high-five.

'Guess I know where I got the weird trait from', I thought to myself.

Both of them said I couldn't peek at the mirror until I'd picked a dress.

So many colors, so many dresses, so many everything!

There was a green strapless dress, and a pink off the shoulder midi gown.  There were blacks, whites, reds, blues, yellows, and all sort of shapes and sizes.

I examined each dress carefully and I queried myself the following questions every time I picked a dress.

1: Does this color flatter my eyes and will Lance like it?

2: Does the dress suit my body type?

3: How do I look?

Crap, how can I do this without a freaking mirror in sight?