I laughed. "Good one," I told my cousin and best friend, Scarlett. She smiled radiantly; she was really pretty with long, fiery red hair that seemed to shimmer every time she moved.
I, on the other hand, was average, long brown hair, brown eyes, medium height, average cup-size, dad liked to call me a classic beauty.
"Yeah right!" I'd scoff whenever he'd tell me that.
"Earth to Bella," Scarlett waved her hands in front of my face,
I blinked, registering her annoyed look. "Oh sorry, what were you saying?" She rolled her eyes, "Duh, the midsummer's ball."
"Oh don't remind me," I groaned. I absolutely hated dancing, especially in heels which I knew with certainty that I was going to have to wear.
I could already see my stepmothers face lighting up in happiness with all of the ways she could torture me and make me uncomfortable for the ball, of course.
I hated her! I hated her wispy blonde curls and her innocent looking big sky blue eyes, which were probably what dad had fallen for, her eyes, they looked like kitten eyes, but they were the only sweet thing about her.
I knew that she was just waiting for father to roll over and die, so she could inherit our mansion and our family money, though that would be in long, long time away, since dad was still pretty young and healthy.
"Bella!" Scarlett yelled. "Come on, let's go inside!" I looked up to find her halfway there and got up and ran after her.