*** Kylie's POV ***
Today was the day i had been waiting for. I was finally 18. My party started in two hours so i decided to get ready. My party was in a club that you could hire out. The bar staff agreed to work as well. We've even go a bouncer on the door to do the guest list.
Me and Darcy had went shopping yesterday for an outfit for today. Darcy was Harry's and Jenna's daughter. She was a couple of months older than me.
I left my hair in its usual wavy shoulder length state. Sitting down at my dressing table i began on my make up. Covering my face in concealer and various foundations. My eyes were done neatly with a shimmery brown effect. My lips matched my dress; a matte candy floss pink. Letting my make up set, i washed.
Soon i was in my dress and slipping on my shoes. Admiring my dance inspired charm bracelet i slipped on my diamond ring. Slipping my phone into my bra i walked downstairs. My mum was stood in the kitchen. She was wearing a simple blue chiffon dress with black heels. My dad was in black dress pants and a white shirt. Danny looked very stylish sporting some black skinny jeans and a tight white dress shirt and leather jacket.
"Oh darling, you look beautiful." My mother gushed as she spotted me.
"Thanks mum, you do to." I replied.
"My baby girl, all grown up. Its like prom all over again." My dad over dramatically gasped and i giggled.
"You look very pretty sis." Danny said, giving me a side hug.
"You look dapper yourself Dan. Oh no pulling any of my friends, i know what your like!" I joked and he shook his head.
"So, lets go!" My mum announced and we all rushed out of the door. Once we arrived at the club, music was pumping. Climbing out of my dad's Porsche, paparazzi went crazy. Smiling and posing i made my way into the club.
Let The Party Start!
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Waking up expecting the sun to be shining through the curtain, to my surprise it wasn't. Rolling out of bed my hangover began to kick in. Peaking through my curtain, it was a rainy day in London.
Walking downstairs, i pulled my pajama shorts down. The smell of coffee filled me nostrils and i rushed into the kitchen.
"Morning sis!" Danny chirped and i smiled, pouring myself a mug of coffee. My mum handed me some paracetamol and i silently thanked her. Sitting at the table, i took a slice of my dads toast and he nudge me.
"Good night, we all left early so you could let loose." My dad asked.
"Super night, paying for it this morning though." I replied and he smiled.
"Don't forget to finish your designs off today ready for tomorrows pitch." My mum reminded and i nodded. I was pitching a few fashion idea's as i want to become a fashion designer and have my own fashion and beauty range.
Finishing my coffee and toast, i walked up stairs. Grabbing a towel from the airing cupboard i walked into my bathroom room. Turning the shower on i stripped off and waited for the water to warm up. Stepping into the shower i let the warm water relax my aching body. My headache slowly vanishing, i washed my hair and body. Spending a couple more relaxing minutes in the shower, i shut the water off and climbed out. Wrapping my pink towel around my body, i picked my dirty washing up and placed it in the wash hamper. Picking out some sweat pants and a tank top, i grabbed a sports bra and a some knickers, slipping my clothes on, i blow dried my hair and put it into a messy bun.
Sitting on my bedroom floor, i placed my glasses on and pulled out my sketch pad and pencils.
Drawing an outline of the dress for my final design, i began shading the dress a light pink, adding small silver pencil dots as the diamante. After 45 minutes of colouring, i began labelling the design, explaining each material.
