Emma was twelve when it first happened. Her father told her at breakfast that they will be joined by the Knightley's for dinner that night. Emma took in the information fairly calmly, and passed it along to her older sister, Izzie, when she saw her reading in her window seat in her room. After seeing Izzie's lack of excitement, Emma left her room with a loud huff of annoyance. She headed into her bedroom and began her to execute her plan.
"First things should be first, always", she thought to herself. So, Emma began to head to her closet. She started to dig through her fairly impressive amount of clothing, looking for a particular outfit. This one outfit is the one that she feels makes her look the most "grown up", older that her twelve years of age. It makes her look fourteen or even fifteen, at least in her head it does. She let out a quiet cheer when she finally located it, then held it up looking for any tears or imperfections. On inspection she sees a limp collar, limp cuffs and some wrinkles so she decided to take the outfit down to the laundry room to fix those tiny imperfections before they mar her plan.
She went to the laundry room and prepared the area for a good starching and ironing session. She pulled the board out and set up the iron to get hot while she removed the clothes from the hanger. She slowly and methodically starched the cuffs and collars with some spray starch until they met her specifications. She then slowly ironed and steamed out all the wrinkles. She continued with this process until she was happy with the outcome. She put the outfit back on the hanger and put her tools back away before grabbing the hanger and headed back to her room.
Once she has returned to her room she checked the time. She still had about seven hours before dinner so she takes some time to use the computer in her room. She loaded up her yahoo messenger and checks in with a few online friends from school. They talked about the latest gossip and some friends before she noticed she had been online for three hours chattering away. She let them all go and then logged off to finish her plan. She stood up, crossed the room to grab clean undergarments and a robe and headed to her en suite bathroom.
She entered the bathroom and quickly undressed and hopped into the shower. She grumbled quietly while showering about "fathers who do not give their daughters enough time to properly carry out their plans." She finished up, dried and lotioned up and put on the clothes and robe she brought in with her. The she moves to the vanity to contemplate what to do with her hair. After about a 30 minute internal debate she decided to put her hair half up. This way she can show off her naturally glossy chestnut waves and the earrings that he gave her for Christmas. Luckily, those earring match her outfit perfectly. Or perhaps not so much since she took the earrings with her when she picked out the ensemble. Once her hair is done, she decides to wait on her makeup and actually getting her outfit on, since she still has about two and a half hours until dinner. Emma decided to go back to her desk and review her year outline.
Emma is a firm believer in planning. She makes an outline at the beginning of every school year with her goals firmly defined and a plan to make sure she achieves them. She rechecked the goals for this year, her first in junior high. She wanted to be editor of the yearbook, which was accomplished within two months. When the sponsor teacher saw how much work Emma did and how dedicated she was, there were just no other options. She wanted to be chosen to be the cheer leading captain for the next school year as well. That was also something that she easily accomplished. She took outside classes in hip hop dance and gymnastics to ensure that she was the best one for the job. Then, she began a rigorous campaign effort to make sure the instructors would only look at her as the replacement for the outgoing captain. Other students were just now quietly learning, anything Emma Woodhouse wants, she get when she wants it. So, with this in mind, Emma checked off some more details of the plan she was currently in the middle of. Once she reviewed the next step to her plans she saved her files and checked the time once again. It was now ninety minutes until dinner guests were scheduled to arrive.
She went back to the vanity in her bathroom and did a natural look for her make up. She was trying every trick in the book to make sure she doesn't look her age tonight. Once she was done with that she grabbed her outfit and got dressed for the evening. She finished dressing and put her matching shoes on for good measure before heading downstairs. She greeted her father with a bright sunny smile and gave the exact same smile to her sister. Izzie just smiled back, but she was totally aware of Emma's little scheme, even if Emma didn't know that. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Woodhouse went to open in and in entered Mr. and Mrs. Knightley. They said hello to each of the Woodhouses in turn, both of them sure to mention how adult young Emma was looking that evening. Once they were done, their oldest son John entered the foyer and said polite, but quick hellos to Emma and Mr. Woodhouse before focusing his attentions on Izzie. Mr. Knightley went back and shut the door, much to Emma's confusion. Mr. Woodhouse asked the question that is on the forefront of Emma's mind, "Where is Alex this evening?" Mrs. Knightley smiled and informed them that sixteen year old Alex was out on a date with the captain of the debate club this evening and would not be joining them.
Emma's face falls at this news, but she gathered her composure quickly. Not quite quickly enough that it wasn't notice by everyone at dinner. But Emma's girlish crush on Alex was something everyone knew about, but did not speak of. Emma lead everyone to the dining room where she proceeded to eat nothing and pick at her food until she was at the table for a proper amount of time. She then excused herself from the table under the guise of having a headache and quickly escaped to her room, missing the looks of pity and sadness on the faces of her table guests.
Once Emma got to her room, she deleted the "plan". With warm tears on her face she headed to her bathroom to get the makeup off her face and to change into clothes more appropriate for bed. She heard Izzie quietly knock sometime later, but she ignored it. Heartbroken, she curses Alex Knightley and swore in her mind that this would never happen to her again. Emma was twelve the first time she thinks her heart is broken, and it is all Alex Knightley's fault.