a boy like that | dandy mott |

Midnight, the Stars and You.

Rosalie arrived at the Mott household at exactly twelve-thirty. The man Dandy had hired led her into the house, which was now fully decorated in colors of Harvest, and a few Christmas garlands tossed in as well. Neither Dandy or Gloria was in sight as she walked up to her old room, where a young woman with pinned back hair sat, reading a worn novel. Rosalie glanced at the bags of makeup on the vanity, while her blood-red dress was nicely hanging on display. She beamed at it.

"Rosalie? My name is Elizabeth," she stood, tossing the book aside and happily shaking Rose's hand. Rosalie smiled."It's nice to meet you!" Rosalie said, and Elizabeth responded with "likewise."

"You have excellent bone structure," Elizabeth said, her long blonde hair almost enchanting Rose. Her pointed nose and cheekbones made her gorgeous yet intimidating to look at. She was stunning.

"Thank you," Rosalie laughed a little at the compliment.

"And you picked out such a gorgeous dress, I must have one made just like it," Elizabeth said, the both of them observing the lace with appreciation. Rosalie noticed she was wearing expensive jewelry and fancy clothes. As much as Rosalie didn't care for vanity, she hoped for one night; she could look as fabulous and as important as Elizabeth does now.

"We have five and a half hours to get you prepared, not including rest breaks, and they're bringing lunch at two," Elizabeth began as she led Rosalie over to the chair, having her sit back. Rosalie desperately needed a haircut, and she felt self-conscious of her split ends, while Elizabeth had perfect hair. 

Elizabeth stopped her rant and smiled knowingly. "I can give you a trim if you'd like?" She offered.

"Yes, please,"Rosalie wasn't used to being pampered, so as the hours ticked by faster than she anticipated, she felt a knot growing in her belly. Dandy was probably next door, sleeping or getting ready himself, you never knew with him. It felt odd being so nervous about someone who had the mind of a child, but Dandy was intelligent. He had a different way of looking at the world, and though Rosalie didn't agree with all of it, she understood him. Dandy just wanted to be loved and accepted for who he was.

Much like she did.

Rosalie learned that Elizabeth lived in Los Angeles, once an aspiring actress who briefly dated Rudolph Valentino before his untimely death. Rosalie was intrigued by her many stories, and hardly noticed how magnificent she looked; fresh-cut hair, now curled, red eyeshadow, blush, deep red lips, you name it.

Elizabeth was finishing up Rosalie's nails when there was a knock at the door. Rosalie sipped her tea as a man only a few years older than she came in, carrying a small black box. Elizabeth stood up, clapping her neatly manicured hands together and grinning. Rosalie looked confused, "What's that?"

"A present from Mr. Mott, ma'am," the man said, tenderly handing the books to Elizabeth, who took it without a word. She kneeled in front of Rose, opening the box and revealing a rather large diamond ring. It sparkled and caught the light perfectly, and Rosalie found her mouth dropping open.

"It is not a loan, neither, it's all yours," Elizabeth sighed dreamily, thinking of her long lost, dead lover. "We will put it on when your nails are dry,"

Rosalie was still speechless and could only nod, biting her tongue to keep from crying at the sheer beauty of the ring. She had never owned something so beautiful in her entire life, not even the dress perfectly matched the excellence of it.

They took an hour break after their light lunch, and before she knew it, the ball was meant to start in less than an hour. Rosalie stripped out of her clothes in the bathroom, while Elizabeth handed her fresh undergarments that would be a better fit for the dress. Rosalie slipped on the black panties and strapless bra, doing her best to adjust her boobs comfortably while Elizabeth dug out her heels on the other side.