And it's a love story Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

"Mom are you sure I have to go to this tonight?" I asked, I really didn't feel like going to another one of my dad's business parties. Especially when we had to get all dressed up with long floor length dresses and the whole nine yards. I'm sorry but that's just not me. My style's more comfy then stylish. That was something my mom hated about me. She would always complain how she wanted a girl not a boy. She would always force me into some girly clothes. I mean not that I minded jeans and shirts, she would only buy me dresses, skirts, and those frilly tops that I never know which end is top and which one is bottom. It got to a point that she wont even look at me in the morning before I got to school. She hated my jeans, t-shirts, and hoddie look. She said that we were rich and should look like it. She even didn't like me being on sports teams. She would force me to try out for cheer leading and hang out with her best friends daughters. I'm sorry but I don't like Jessica or Lauren. I feel like my brain cells are dying every time I'm in the same room as them. But every Sunday I got forced to stay with them while my mom and their moms had tea and did what else desperate housewives do. But then again she wasn't my real mom, she just made me call her that.

Any way I'm Bella, Bella Swan. And I am currently being tortured, yes it's violent and evil in every way. I'm being forced into a dress to long for me, to tight for me to breathe, and makeup being put on me. I hated makeup. I believe that if people don't like me looking the way I was born, then oh well. But sadly I had no opinion on this matter.

So here I am, being pulled into a corset and the ties being tied to tight to breathe, my hair being curled and hanging down my back. My bangs were falling in my face. I was currently moving from the horrible station called makeup in my moms bathroom over towards her closet where the death, I mean dress was hanging to be shoved in it. Guy I think that's what his name is was leading me out of the bath room like a lost puppy, with out me even getting an answer from my mom about if I really had to go. He shepherded me into the closet, took of the robe, checked the strings on the corset and pulled down the dress for me to step into.

"Doll face you are just going to look completely amazing in this dress. Honey how I wish I were you. Young, pretty, and going out and dancing with all those rich handsome men." He gushed at me. "Oh yeah this is me, living the life." I mumbled. I'm trying to speak as little as possible. M conserving what little air I have stored in my system for tonight. I know that I'm going to have to dance with at least every guy once so I might as well save the air. No one needs to see me pass out on the dance floor. God that would just send those old bats, I mean those old rich ladies into such a fuss about how young girls these days don't eat enough. Then I would be subjected to their visits to make sure I'm ok and have salty crackers shoved done my throat while they get their dish of gossip to spread around.

"Oh honey this dress is simply to die for! This color is MAGNIFICANT with your skin tone. So tan man I wish I was like you." He continued to gush at me, while zipping up the back of the dress. It was a midnight blue floor length dress, that was like a second skin on me. It had a sweet heart top that scoped down my back till just above the small of my back. The sweet heart top just added to the pressure that was already being applied to my chest. I looked down to see the damage. Bloody hell when did i get cleavage? I guess the corset and shape of the top just pushed what little i did have up to make it look bigger. Well i guess that's an added plus, wait and i have curves? No way! No longer am I a boyish shaped girl, hello curvy Bella!

I twirled around to look at all angles of the dress. The back was cutting it a bit low, but it still looked nice. The last touch to complete the look was a blue jewel encrusted mask that covered from my cheekbones up. It framed my eyes and made the brown pop. I no longer had shit brown eye color. Maybe tonight wont be that bad.

I sat down on the little chair that my mom had in her closet and let guy slip on my heels. Its a good thing I'm not klutzy or i would just be meeting the floor the whole night. At least i would have one good friend by the end of the night right?

I thanked guy but i don't think he heard me, he was to busy dreaming of dresses, dances, and handsome men. Oh well, let him dream.

I walked downstairs to meet up with my dad and step mom. They weren't facing me as i stepped down the spiral staircase. That was a good thing, i don't like attention. That's why i was thankful of the mask. No one tonight would recognize the new me, or remember me after this.

My step mom was in a floor length red dress, it also had a sweet heart top but instead of being skin tight like mine, it flared out at her waist. My dad was in a three piece tux with a red tie. They both had gold masks on.

They turned to look at me, and my step mom actually smiled at me. "There's the girl i knew was under all those clothes, see you look beautiful!" She said.

"Darling you look wonderful." He hugged me and whispered in my ear "No matter what you wear." I smiled at him, he liked that i wasn't all girly and liked that i could watch the games with him and actually understand what was going on.

Henry our butler opened the door and we walked out to the waiting limo.

As i sat in the car i was kind of excited about tonight. It was going to be fun, no one would know me so i could do what ever i wanted.