"Miss Katrina, may I please come in? I have your breakfast with me." Dolly called from the other side of the door.
The dark brown mass of waves twisted and turned, as Katrina heaved herself up from her wonderful pillow. Rubbing her eyes, she yawned, "Yes, please, Dolly."
Dolly came in through the door, and looking at the bedraggled Katrina Blackwell, chuckled, "Did we have a late night, last night? Well, you do remember what we are doing tonight…I hope."
Katrina just looked at Dolly starry eyed, not absorbing what she was saying. She began to nod slowly, when she realized that Dolly wanted an answer for whatever she had asked.
"Brilliant! Now, here is your breakfast, and your mum wants me to tell you that you both and your older sister will be going out shopping later on today." Dolly said, putting down the food tray on top of her lap, and then left silently, while Katrina ate.
"Why, must there be yet another dinner party, where everyone will be drooling over how beautiful, talented, and wonderful Blair is? And I'm just there, because it is obligatory for my family to take me along." Katrina thought, as she bit into her buttery toast.
"What about this dress? It would fit your curves perfectly." The shopping assistant, Kelly, recommended to Katrina.
"No, no, no! That is not right for Katrina, she needs something loose. It will be much more flattering." Blair hissed to her mother.
Her mother nodded her agreement silently, before moving on to look at different clothes.
Blair smiled sickly at her, before rushing after their mother who was already far ahead of them.
Katrina looked at Kelly, and said, "Well, thanks, for your help. But I'm guessing that I'm probably only going to be able to wear something loose". She included quotation marks, for when she copied what Blair had said.
"Well…I want you to have this dress, and oh! This necklace would go perfectly with the dress." Kelly drawled in her Southern accent, holding up a chunky silvery necklace. She then began to move to the shoe section, before Katrina stopped her.
"No, I can't possibly take these. One, I don't have any money, and second, I don't have any money." Katrina puffed out, trying to restrain Kelly from going to the shoe section, where she had noticed that Blair and their mother were currently.
"Yes, you are going to take these. I want to help you. Believe me, when all the boys see you in this, they are going to L-O-V-E you!" laughed Kelly, "And don't worry about paying for it, it is on the house." She then dumped the dress and necklace into Katrina's arms, and began walking off to find her a pair of heels, leaving a very flustered, embarrassed Katrina behind her.
"Katrina, sweetheart, will you please hurry up? We need to leave now!" Mr. Blackwell shouted up the stairs to Katrina, who was still locked away in her room.
"I'll be right down, daddy! Just wait one sec." Katrina screamed down, as she put her last earring in its hole. She fluffed her hair, then pursing her lips, dabbed a bit more lipstick on, before grabbing her purse and running down the stairs into her father's arms.
"Wow!" Mr. Blackwell whistled, "It looks like I'll have to keep an eye on you tonight." Then chuckling, he held his arm out to Katrina.
Blair scowled at her, making her beautiful face change drastically to a ghoulish mask. Katrina tightened her grip on her father's arm, subconsciously.
"What's wrong, darling?" Mr. Blackwell whispered, when he saw Katrina's white face.
Katrina saw Blair give a meaningful glance, which pretty much said, that if she even mentioned her name, she would regret even being born. She turned her head to look at her father, gulped, and said, "No, no, nothing's wrong."
Mr. Blackwell, just nodded, apparently convinced, before leading Katrina and the rest of the Blackwell family out of the door, and to the waiting car, which would take them to the party.