| Tara Anna stood in front of the full length mirror decorating Kevin's bathroom door, and turned around in a slow circle. "I don't know. Do I look kind of. . . like shit?" She asked worriedly, rearranging the ringlets of hair that were framing her face. "I mean, gold isn't really my color." Kevin laughed from his seat on the edge of the bath. "First of all, you look beautiful. Second, the dress isn't even gold. It's white, and everyone looks good in white. Third, we can cut off the gold cuffs if they really bother you that much. Fourth, you look beautiful. AJ's going to faint when he sees you." "Oh, whatever." She giggled. "You have to say that. I'm you're cousin." "So's Brian. And I never say stuff like that to him." Kevin pointed out. Tara Anna grinned at him in the mirror. "Thank goodness. Because otherwise, it would be kind of gay and inbreed-ish." Kevin laughed. "Okay, out of the bathroom. You look gorgeous. I look amazing." He winked at her, and smoothed down his black tux, "and now you have to get out of the bathroom so I can pee." She rolled her eyes, and blew him a kiss before she left. Aimee slipped the dress she'd borrowed from Jennie- a sea green strapless that fit perfectly around her bust, and flared out as it traveled down her hips and brushed the tops of her shoes. Her long, silky blond hair was striaght, and parted down the middle, but it was dotted with a few ringlets scattered around her head. Each ringlet was dressed with a tiny green and white flower tied on to it somewhere in the middle. She'd dusted a little sea green shimmer around her eyelids, and a pale pink lip gloss over her lips. A pair of strappy sandles matched her dress, and a light, soft shawl in a pale green color completed her outfit. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. It was really amazing what a little make up and an amazing dress could do for one's self image. "You look amazing, Aim!" Ellen squealed, looking in from the doorway. "Hot date tonight? I didn't know John was back in town." "Oh, well, he's not." Aimee blushed. "I mean, it's not a date, though!" She looked down at her shoes. "It's just me and a friend." "That friend whose house you've slept over at twice?" Ellen asked, raising her eyebrows. Aimee looked up, shocked. She didn't know anyone had noticed. But Ellen winked at her. "Don't worry about it, sis. What Johnnie-boy doesn't know, won't hurt him." She turned around and left the room. Aimee took a deep breath, waiting for her blush to subside. Then she shook her head, and walked back over to her mirror to touch up her make up. Leighanne giggled, and slipped on her dress. "This is so cool, Brian! We match!" She grinned, and moved closer to him, so she could see both their reflections in the mirror. "Look at that!" Brian was wearing a tux, with a light blue shirt under the jacket, and Leighanne was wearing light blue dress with dark blue flowers along the shoulder straps. Her hair was swept up into a twist on top of her head. "We'll look amazing!" She squealed. "For all the cameras. Think how jealous everyone will be of me and you!" Brian smiled forcedly. "Yeah. We'll look great." As the charity ball drew nearer, he only felt more and more guilty about Aimee. Not only had they only been a week away from going to a ball when he dumped her, but now he couldn't even take her himself, since Leighanne was there. He had to pawn her off on Nick. Which he couldn't imagine would be all that pleasent for either of them, seeing as that they sort of hated each other, last time he'd checked. But atleast they'd both agreed to go. "Oh, Bear." Leighanne interupted his thoughts, and leaned forward to brush his hair out of his face. Her mouth was pursed in a little line, showing just how nice she thought his hair looked. "Where do you keep the hair gel?" Brian sighed. Was this his life? Letting some clingy little bitchy blond do his hair for a bunch of stupid photographers who were at a ball that he was only attending because he still loved his ex-girlfriend? Leighanne squirted a ball of mousse in his hair, and combed it down around his head. Apparently, Brian realized, this was. |