Fullhouse

Chapter One

"You would be pretty if you just took care of your skin..." Quen ran her hands through my face gently, feeling the roughness of it.

"Well, I don't have the time of day. Unlike you Quen." I replied, letting out a breathe. My heart is about to pop out of my chest. Seriously. I need to be perfect, people say I'm already the definition of perfection but today, today I need to look more than perfect if it was the case. I just need to.

"Well, lets get you all dressed up, shall we?" Quen asked with a bright and encouraging smile on her face, not enough to encourage me though.

"Yeah." I nodded my head.

Quen let out a squel of excitement before doing horrible and not to be spoken of things to me. All I can say was it was bloody. Hella bloody I tell ya!

After an hour of just working on my face and hair. It was finally the time to pick an outfit and shoes and a clutch and jewelries to match my look, and as Quen described this part, this was like walking through hell and back.

Gah! Why should I have to do this?! Why!! Tell my why!!!

"So since I applied a nude shade of lipstick on you, black should do just the trick!" Quen said, her arms crossed and a finger poking her face once in awhile. "...I think." She trailed off, with a frown.

"You know, meeting your parents isn't suppose to be this hard." She commented looking at me from head till toe.

"Yeah, not to mention its the 21st century and still, arranged fucking marriage is still the trend in our family..." I countered frowning and kicking my feet. "If I, as said, marry the guy I'm meeting today I need a good first impression. Help me Quen, please..." I pleaded.

"I'm already helping. Just be a little patient, perfection needs time." She said and once again dive to the endless mess that is my closet.

Sigh, whoever is the guy I'm gonna meet, he should fucking make an effort too because if he doesn't, then fucking hell, I'm not gonna marry him.

As Quen was still rampaging through my dresses, I grabbed my phone and dialed Delilah, my friend or- well, yeah. My friend.

"Yope?" She asked after the fourth ring.

"I'm with Quen."

"Oh. I should care about this right?" She asked in a tone which clearly states mockery. I'm used to it though.

"Because you're my friend? Yeah you're freaking suppose to care!" I spat harshly at her. She was once my friend, one of the bestest but time flies so fast, I just- we drifted apart, it was mostly me but she was mad about it and here we are, talking over the phone.

"Oh. Okay." She replied, nonchalantly.

"Okay." I huff out and decided that she's going to be a nonchalant bitch through out the phone call so I might as well tell her why I called her. "Meeting the Peige's today."

"You mean, Katherine and Pete Peige?!!!" She faked a gasp, I knew it was fake. The world knew it was.

I snorted.

"So, the time has come. Thats why Quen is with you, right?"

"Yope." I answered, with a nod.

"Found it!" Quen suddenly rose up from the mess of clothes scattered around the room and there she had in her hand the perfect dress. I liked it that is, I really did and I'm guessing Quen liked it alot, too.

"You're going to wear that dress I gave you, I'm guessing..." Delilah suddenly said as I was still gawking at the beautiful dress in Quen's hands.

"Yeah, you gave me this dress?" I let out a sarcastic scoff.