Turned

*Date*

***Above is Brianne's dress! But imagine its white!!***~P

This morning I woke up happier than ever. My nerves were everywhere because of our date tonight. But there was still one problem: I didn't know what I was going to wear.

Rachel is always my go to person for this 'dressing up' stuff. But lately, she's been distant. What I really am must have processed through her mind when she found me in my half-shifted form.. and the two unconscious men- almost dead- laying only ten feet away from me.

I rushed downstairs to the living room and was surprised to see she wasn't there. Which is usually where she is. I walked to the kitchen and blew out a sigh of relief when I saw her grab some yogurt out of the fridge.

"Hey, so I need your help for my date tonight. I would have told you about it yesterday but you were sleeping."

"I'm sorry, Brianne. I'm not feeling so good tonight. Next time okay?"

With that, she walked out past me. Huffing angrily, I walked into the living room looking for Rachel so I could tell her how I felt. This is not the same Rachel I knew a couple weeks ago.

But a lot has changed this past couple weeks hasn't it?

I gave up when I saw she wasn't there, sitting in her normal seat in front of the TV. I sat down heavily and rested my head on the armrest: feeling all the weight of the situation disappear. Time had passed quicker than I wanted it to. When I looked at a clock sometime later I found that I only had three hours to get ready. Rushing upstairs, I closed my door and jumped in the shower.

I got out forty-five minutes later, finally feeling refreshed. I wrapped the towel around me, wiped the mirror of condensation and looked deeply into my dark, chocolate brown eyes. I thought I saw a fleck of gold in them and leaned closer into the mirror. The fleck of gold disappeared and made a mental note to ask Lucas about it later. I brushed my teeth then rushed straight into my walk in closet to find a dress. When I finally found one, I walked back out and found a black box sitting on my bed. Eyebrows furrowed, I walked over to the box and opened it. I put the original dress down and picked up the beautiful white lace dress that lay inside. A note was tucked under the dress so I picked it up and read it.

For tonight, Mon amour. <My love.>

I could only guess it was from Lucas. I mean, who else would give me such a gorgeous dress?

I ran to my vanity and blow dried my hair then put my blonde locks in a messy but classy up-do, leaving a few strands down. Carefully, I put my dress on and looking in my mirror.

The smooth, white material under the lace was so soft as it caressed my skin. The lace that covered it, leaving a train behind me, hugged my curves in all the right places. The dress looked absolutely stunning as it seemed to glow because it was so white.

I sat down at my vanity and looked through my make-up. I didn't like to cake make-up on my face because it made me feel fake. So I grabbed a liquid eyeliner and made a small wing on my eye. Then put some mascara on to lengthen my eyelashes. I grabbed a nude color lip gloss and ran it over my full lips. I ran to my closet and found a pair of matte white platforms.

When I was done It was seven-fifty eight. I grabbed the matching white lace clutch out of the box and threw my lip gloss and fabric cleaning stick in just in-case anything happened.

I started walking down to the foyer and stopped when Lucas spotted me. He was in a black Armani suit with white button down shirt and light blue tie. He looked great. I walked the rest of the way down, hoping I don't trip, and stopped in front of him.