Chapter 5- Dinner at the Thompson's

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"Barbie! Lissa! We're getting late!" Mum yelled.

"I'm almost through" I yelled back.

"Be fast" she responded.

I took so long because I wasn't sure of what to wear or how to give a good impression. I didn't know if I was to be formal or informal.

After lots of thinking and research I decided to wear a black short dress and some heels. I let my long wavy hair flow. I wasn't really used to a sleeveless dress.

I applied some foundation to cover up my eye bags, concealer, eyeliner to spice it up, mascara for my eyelashes and red lipstick that fit my red shoe and purse.

I looked so charming. I couldn't even recognize my self. I took an extra time earlier to apply a black nail polish. I didn't apply a red nail polish cause I didn't want to be flashily dressed.

After dressing up, I went downstairs to meet my mum.

"OMG! Lissa you look sexy! If I wasn't your sister I'll be dating you right now" Barbie said.

"You look charming to" I told her.

Barbie, I mean Tracy. Tracy was also looking hot. She wore a red body hugging dress and some flats. She packed her hair in a ponytail. She wanted to show off her very attractive back. Although Tracy usually compared her beauty to mine, I feel she's way attractive.

"Where are my daughters?" My mum asked sarcastically.

"Mum!" I scolded.

"I mean, you guys look sexier than my daughters"

This made us burst into laughter before we realized we were late.

"Shit! It's 8:35 and dinner starts by eight." I exclaimed.

"Our first impression is almost ruined" mum said. "Come on. We are about to take the first race of our lives"

"What?" Barbie asked.

"We are running to the Thompson's."
"Don't ruin your make up" mum warned.

"Let's go!"

We ran as fast as our legs could carry. We got to their mansion a minute later.

Knock Knock Knock
"Hello Mrs Bond, how are you doing?" Stacey asked.

"Oh I'm fine" mum said while panting. I bet we looked like hungry dogs searching for food .

"Are you okay Mrs Bond?" Stacey asked

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"You look really exhausted"

"About that. I just finished my evening exercise so I'm a little exhausted." My mum lied.

"By 8:37pm?" She gave mum this look.

"Yeah. That's life" mum started smiling foolishly.

"Very well. You may come in. Dinner would be served in a minute" Stacey said while offering us in.

....

"Dinner's served" Stacey told us.

We still hadn't met the Thompson's. Stacey said they were joining us for dinner so didn't have to see us yet.

I found that really rude but who I'm I to intervene. My mum was cool with it so I didn't care. We ended up chatting before dinner was served.

We wanted to watch some TV but Stacey said it was against their house hold rules so we just chatted and admired their very spacious house.

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