Naturally as soon as I was inside I rushed over to my phone and three-wayed Liza and Katie telling them everything. Once I had answered all of their questions it was really late, so I bade them goodnight and crawled into bed.
The next morning I thankfully woke up on time. But I showered and then woke up my brother, cutting ten minuets off of his preparation time. I had studied more than I needed to already so after downing a cup of coffee I debated over what to wear. I had my entire closet and all of my draws strewn around my previously neat room and the two sides of my hair done up in two completely different ways, all in just ten minuets.
Just then Tibby walked in my room saying something about a corset or corsage. I didn't really care, but as soon as she saw the state of my room and me, near tears, she stopped and smiled kindly.
"Who is he?" She asked walking over to my bed where most of my clothes were.
"Who?"
"The boy."
"Oh…" I thought about lying but didn't see why I should. "Jared, he was here last night."
"Oh he is a sweet kid! And incredibly good-looking, plus is totally in love with you." I blushed. "Okay lets see…these skinny jeans, that yellow lacy tank I gave you and…aha! This top over it, we don't want you getting sent to the principle do we?" She tossed me the clothes.
"Gee, thanks Tibby." I was kind of unnerved, my sister and I had few bonding moments, especially because she was always the pretty popular type, unlike me.
"No worries, oh and pull your hair in a high pony-tail and put on just a little mascara and blush, nothing else." And the she walked out, corsets and corsages forgotten. I did as she said and was shocked by the result. I looked pretty darn good. I walked over to the now vacant bathroom and brushed my teeth before cleaning up the mess I had made in my room.
By the time I had put everything away it was ten minuets before we had to go. I paced back and forth, going through my back a hundred or so times, making sure I had everything, including an umbrella. My father walked into the room, suitcase and keys in hand.
"Oh Kimmy, before I forget, your mother wants you to take the bus or get a ride today, some corset or corsage wedding disaster."
"Mm, alright." As I said this there was a knock on the door, assuming it was someone about a wedding detail I went to get is while my father went in search of Larry. It wasn't who I expected it to be at all.