Gwen's POV
My hand is trembling as I put on the chain which holds my family crest: a sword, a hand and a crown. The reason I'm so nervous? Moriardi, the name scares me. It has a bloody history of fighting the Bennedicts, The two familys just don't get along. The feud started about a thousand years ago, back in the year 976 or sometime aroud then, Cromwells rule wasn't invented yet, anyways, something about Sir Johnathan Moriardi accidentally killing Sir Alexandre Bennedict in a brawl, so the gore and the fighting just got worse as the centuries and decades went by. The Benedict family apart from my Aunt , Uncle and cousin who live here obviously, live in Britain. While Trent's took refuge in the States and Canada. Yeah Trent, my boyfriend. This will cause some problems. A bit like Rome and Juliet, but we aren't suicidal. I put on my eyeliner and mascara, doing my best not to poke myself in the eye. I then put on some ruby red lipstick, the one I use for special occasions only. Normally I would wear black, however under present circumstances , well, a good impression is necessary. I glance at the clock from my spot in front of the mirror, 6:45. I should go get changed.
My dress, black with sparkles, spaghetti straps, it flows down to my knees. Sort of like the one Demi Lovato wears in that video. Ugh! I hate her. 6:59, 1 minute till I walk into a house full of people that hate my family, great! A horn beeps outside, Trents here! And right on time too I notice, looking at the clock again.
With every step I take down these stairs, I take a deep calming breath. I mean seriously? I am a GOTH! And i'm scared of my boyfriends family how sad is that? Moriardi's aren't that scary! "Yes they are!" A small voice says in the back of my mind. " Shut up" I snap . 10 steps to the door,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. I step out the door into the blinding sunlight, step into the car. Trent greets me with a hug and a peck on the lips. I can do this. I smile, I can do anything!