[A/N:] Hey dudes and dudettes... I kind of feel bad I only got one review from the last chapter. Was it weird? Did you not like it?
This chapter's a little short... Didn't want to seem too anticlimatic on the dance.
Waiting for 21 reviews before I write the dance chapter.. hehe, 21's my favorite number.
-Cam
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Joan could hear the insistent knocking on her door.
"Go away Luke we're not done!"
Joan sighed in frustration as the insistent knocking got louder. She finally caved in.
"Go downstairs and wait at the bottom of the staircase, we'll be out in 5."
To Joan's pleasure, the knocking ceased and she heard footsteps descending the staircase. She then heard the front door open and could only assume that Riley had arrived.
"Grace get out of the bathroom now."
"Girardi, it's one thing to let you see this but its another thing to let Luke see this."
"Grace please don't make me pull the 'making-out-pictures' card. I will and I will find a website and post it for all to see."
Joan smiled when she heard the door click and Grace appeared out of the bathroom. She was glaring.
"Fine, but if I end up regretting this Girardi, you'll find yourself lying in your own heap of hair.. cut off uneven around your head."
Grace smirked a little, letting Joan know it was a joke.
"Come on lets go."
Joan grabbed her blue satin clutch bag as her and Grace made their way out of her bedroom and down the staircase.
Grace was first, her hand steadying herself on the railing so she wouldn't fall from her heels.
Stupid shoes... Why girls under the influence of a fascist government wear these things beats the hell out of me..
She finally rounded the corner and came into view. There below were a group of people standing in awe. Mrs. Girardi was snapping away pictures while Mr. Girardi stood beside the boys. She could only guess that he gave them both stern warnings. Riley was fascinated with the floor and Luke couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
Was that... Was that drool escaping from his mouth?
"Grace, honey you look wonderful."
Grace tried to fake a smile at Mrs. Girardi.
I'd rather be wearing a trashcan than this...
When Grace stepped off the staircase, she tripped, and Luke bent over to catch her.
"You look beautiful you know..." Luke whispered.
She looked into his eyes for a second and offered him a small smile before straightening herself out and shrinking away into a corner.
Joan was next... She'd been anticipating this moment. She walked out and down the stairs, descending down as if she were floating.
Riley's eyes lit up as she stepped off the staircase and linked arms with him.
"Mom, run out of film yet?"
Helen blushed at her daughter's comment but continued to take pictures, just a little more slowly this time.
The two waved goodbye to a frantic picture taking mother and a stern watchful father.
