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That night I did dream. I dreamt about the beautiful, bronze-haired, green eyed man, I was supposed to meet the next day. Sadly, it was only of his pictures, since that's all I've ever seen. But today, I was going to meet him in person.

I had a huge smile on my face as I fried up some eggs and made some chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. I put them all onto three plates and poured three glasses of milk. I gave Emmett plain milk, Alice, Strawberry milk, and Chocolate milk for myself. I had been telling Alice about my date plans for tonight, while I was cooking, so now we were busy discussing outfit plans. I was surprised at how eager Alice was to send me out on this date, especially after how horribly wrong hers had gone.

“Well, we all know that you look fantastic in blue. Plus you are old fashioned. So that blue turtleneck, argyle dress will be perfect for tonight. It goes great with your skin tone and gives off a retro feel to you, which is basically you. Plus it's a great outfit for work, so it'll be great for when you pick up your application!” She babbled on, excitedly. The dress was perfect. Plus, it hugged my curves nicely. (picture of dress in fanfiction profile). I ate quickly and then washed off my plate. I practically ran to my room, almost falling a couple of times after tripping on my own two feet.

I skimmed through my closet looking for the dress Alice had been talking about. I looked through three times and was about to go ask Alice if she had seen it when I found Alice sitting on my bed, with puppy dog eyes, holding my dress in her hands. “How'd you do that?” I asked, trying to get the dress from her hands. She didn't answer. “Fine. You can do my makeup and hair.” I said, in monotone. “Yay!” She exclaimed, excitedly, while clapping her hands and jumping off the bed.

I hopped in the shower and washed up quickly. As soon as I had gotten out and had wrapped myself in a towel, Alice pushed a chair into my bathroom and forced me to sit down. She immediately started blow-drying my hair. “Okay, since we're going old fashioned, I think we should do a special French twist up-do. I even have little sparkle clips to go in!” She said as she pulled the brush through my thick, wet hair. (picture of hairstyle in fanfiction profile).