"So Emily, I love your dress." Martha commented.
"Thank you Martha. The only thing that would make this dress complete is if I had the right heels but my dad wouldn't let me out to shop for some, so I'm stuck with these shoes."
"Oh Emily I've been waiting for this moment ever since I was a little girl."
"What do you mean?"
"I've always wanted a daughter to dress up and play with but sadly I have been unlucky in the little girl department." She stood up and I followed her into her bedroom closet.
"Oh my god..." Martha's closet was bigger than my room and my room is pretty freaking big. She had Everything a girl could dream of from the shoes to the hair accessories.
"So, Emily will you let me dress you up?"
"Martha your closet is huge... I Love It! Ready when you are."
"Oh Emily your making my dreams of a mommy, daughter day come true."
A mommy-daughter day... I've always dreamed of this too. Martha pulled up two dresses, one black and the other a peacock color looking dress.
"So I know you already have a dress but sadly I couldn't find a pair of shoes to match so, which dress do you like? The black dress or the peacock?"
"I like the Peacock dress."
"Good choice. I'll go find the shoes."
As she left to find the shoes I changed out of my dress and into her's.
"Emily I found the- Oh you look so beautiful in that dress."
"Thank you."
"Here put these heels on they should match perfectly." I put on the heels and looked at Martha. The look on her face screamed that this was the one and only thing she has ever wanted to do.
"This outfit is amazing Martha, Thank you again." I sat down in front of the mirror and stared at myself. I felt like a princess, like I got everything that I ever wanted... Like I finally had a mother.
"Now let's do your hair."
Clyde's Room
I sat at the edge of my bed. What was my brother doing with Emily? God, why am I still thinking about it? I stood up from my bed and grabbed my suit. As I walked into the bathroom I saw that Emily left her jacket on the floor. I changed into my suit and grabbed the jacket off of the ground.
"Clyde?" I think that was my father.
"Yeah, I'm in the bathroom." I walked out and saw that it was my father.
"Do you know where your mother is?"
"Yeah I think she's in her closet getting ready."
"Good I won't disturb her. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"What about your brother?"
"I'm here calm down." My brother walked out of his room and gave me a cold glance.
"Good, Well done boys. Now go down the the ballroom." Me and my brother walked down to the ball room as my father stayed and waited for my mother. I wonder where Emily ran off to...
The Closet...
"Your done dear." Martha turned me around to face the mirror.
"Oh my god I look like a princess! Martha you didn't need to do this."
"Stop it dear, I wanted to do this. Now let's get going before the party starts."
"Ok." I followed Martha out of the room and saw who must have been Clyde's dad.
"You must be Emily."
"Yes sir."
"Please call me Henry."
"Ok."
"So your Phillipe's daughter?"
"Yes."
"So you'll be singing for my son's birthday."
"Yes."
"And you came here with him."
"Yes, we know each other very well."
"Good, so you know what song your singing."
"Hehe, not that well Henry."
"Well my son Noah picked out some songs for you that might fit Clyde's likes." He pulled out his cellphone and showed me the songs.
"Noah picked these out." I looked at the list of songs. "I know these songs but I-"
"Good so you'll sing them. You have an hour to practice." Henry walked away before I could say anymore.
"But these are love songs."
"Emily are you ok? You look sick."
"I-I can't sing a love song to Clyde."
"Look at me Emily!"
"I-I can't..."
"Emily." Martha gave me a hug and whispered. "I know you can do it... I believe in you hon."
"Martha, I can't sing Clyde a love song."
"Well don't think of it as a love song. Think of it as a song that you just want to share with the world. Share your voice not your love."
"Martha."
"Come on darling, You'll be late."
Me and Martha walked down to the ballroom and she took me backstage.
Author Note Time...
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