"Don't you think it's a bit much for a dinner?" I asked as I looked in the mirror in front of me.
"Of course not! I wear stuff like this to dinner all the time!" Gemma said, waving the hand that was not curling my hair at the subject. "Harry and Niall are probably getting ready like this also, thought not in dresses of course."

"Probably not, Gem." She stuck out her tongue at me and unraveled the last piece of red and teal hair from her iron.
"You look so beautiful," she claimed and clapped her hands excitedly. "We are going to be the best of friends, I can tell!"

I smiled and nodded. There was a knock at the door and I heard that Harry fellow (who is a bit cheeky, he was flirting shamelessly with me) telling Gemma and I that dinner was only a few moments away.

Gemma rushed to her closet, which was unbelievably big for a small house. A small room, in fact.
When she emerged, she held a pair of shiny black heels for me to and held them out to me.

Laughing, I said, "No way. I haven't wear a pair of those medieval torturing devices since I was.." I stopped and thought. "Actually, I don't think I've ever worn a pair of heels."

"Well, there's a first for everything!" She took my leg and she stuffed it onto my foot. "Wow, you're feet are really small. Thank god I still have these from a few years ago!" I rolled my eyes, and she put on the other one.

Then, she put on hers, and showed me how to walk.
"Heel, toe, heel, toe. You think you've got it?" I shrugged, standing up from the vanity chair, and trying to imitate her.

"If I break an ankle, will you pay for my hospital bill?"

"You signed a contract, Nope!" Sighing, I realized we had to go downstairs in these things. I followed Gemma out the door and stopped at the top of the stair case. I heard the click, clack, click, of her heels come to a stop.

"Just hold on really tight to the railing, Rosa. You'll get the hang of it, babe." I nodded, still scared of what to come next. Shaking, I stepped down onto the first stair and gripped the cool, metal railing for life.

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It took about double the time Gemma did for me to get down to the first floor. Thank god, I was about to fall off at one point. I held onto Gemma as we walked to the kitchen.

"Hello, we're here," Gemma announced once we came in. Niall and Harry had their backs to us as they were getting their food, but Anne had already served herself, and smiled.

"Girls, you both do look beautiful."
Did I mention that the Styles' and Anne had the most posh accents I've ever heard? Because really, they did.

"Thank you," I said. Harry turned around, and he seemed to stop and give me a once-over.
And then he looked me over again, I bit more slowly. and then, seemingly struggling for breath, he sat down.

At this point my cheeks were on fire and Niall hasn't even seen my yet.

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