8/25/18
8:34am
Blair's POV:
"Blair!" my mom yells from the bottom of the staircase.
"What?"
"The Dolans are coming over in an hour so get showered and ready for breakfast!"
I groan, "Okay! Wait--What about Blake and her family?"
"They're not coming."
I looked at my phone to check the time. It was 8:53 AM. I locked my phone and lazily rolled out of my bed. I dragged myself toward the bathroom.
I grab my toothbrush and squeeze an inchworm of toothpaste on there. While I'm brushing, I walk to my closet. I pick out a black, off-the-shoulder, bodycon dress along with my underwear, bra and spandex.
I walk back over to the sink and spit out my toothpaste. I begin to take off my shorts, t-shirt, sports bra and panties as I turn on the shower.
I step inside the shower and let the water hit me for awhile to wake me up. I wash my body and hair, then I turn off the faucet. I grab my towel and wrap it around me while I step out of the shower. I grab another towel and wrap it around the my head.
I put on my face moisturizer and body lotion. After that, I slid on my black lace panties and matching bra. I go back over to the bathroom and open the cabinet under my sink. I grab the blow dryer to plug into the wall. The blow dryer turns on and I start to separate my hair as the blow dryer does its job. Once my hair is dry, I turn off the blow dryer and put it back in the cabinet.
I walk into my bedroom, grab the dress and slide into it. I look at myself in the body length mirror. I thought I looked pretty darn good.
I go to my shoe closet and look for a cute pair of flats to go with my outfit. I picked out my Abercrombie flip flops because those are my go-to's.
I go into my bathroom and check myself one last time, since I decided to not wear makeup. I mean, it's just Ethan and Grayson. And Mrs. Dolan. But, don't get me wrong, they're cute but not my type. I have no one to dress up for, basically.
I open up my bedroom door and sprint down the stairs. I meet my mom at the bottom of the staircase. She says, "You're actually really early this time."
"Wow. Really?"
"Mhm," she says walking away.
As she's walking away, the doorbell rings and she turns around to go answer it. She says, "And so are they."
"Good morning, Lisa! How are you? How's Cameron?"
"I'm great! Cameron's great. She's doing so well in college. How are you?"
"I'm doing well," she says.
While they're talking, Grayson says, "I'm starving. Where's the food?"
"Come on. I'll show you," I say.
I walk towards the kitchen as Grayson and Ethan follow. When we near the entrance, I smell pastries and pancakes and bacon and all the good stuff. We walk in and the twins raid the kitchen.
Mrs. Dolan walks in and says, "Boys! What the hell?"
"Bella didn't say anything," Ethan says.
