"If you ever leave me baby. Leave some morphine at my door. 'Cause it would take a whole lot of medication to realize what we used to have we don't have it anymore. There's no religion that could save me. No matter how long my knees are on the floor. So keep in mind all the sacrifices I'm making to keep you by my side to keep you from walking out the door."

-Bruno Mars, It Will Rain

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis, but I do own the designs for all the dresses!
Dedication: To my best friend, who is supportive in every way!

"Amber, you did all this really fast!" Mara exclaimed, viewing her dress in the mirror at the dress store Amber was opening. It was the day before the gala and the dresses had just gotten done. Of course, right now the dressing rooms were the only thing finished. Well, that and the floor. The ceiling wasn't even done yet. The store was small and Amber was still looking for more employees and people to help her sew, but it was almost there. The mirror the girls were using was a three sided one with a pedestal in front of it. Mara's dress was at the top of the pile, so she was trying it on first. After Amber of course.

Mara's dress was a mermaid style. It was gold and strapless, with and open back and a sweetheart neckline. The neckline was (as usual) embroidered with gold gems. The whole thing was glittering. The tail part was puffy, but in a way made Mara seem taller (and the huge heels Amber added helped even more), it was also the most sparkling part. Even though it was puffy and huge, whenever Mara turned even the slightest bit it went spinning too. Mara loves that the most, she says it's fun when dancing.

"I think I'll finally be able to reach Jerome." Mara giggled, before stepping down from the pedestal and giving Amber a huge hug. "Thank you so much, Amber!"

"Anytime," she said with a wave of her hand.

"Mara you look sensational." I smiled, hugging her.

"I feel like I'm living a fairytale." Mara commented.

"You should." Patricia smiled. "My turn!"

She grabbed her dress off the top of the pile, she ran into the dressing room. She emerged moments later in a midnight blue strapless dress, with an open back like Mara's. But, the bodice on this dress started right under her chest and began wrapping her lean waist and showing off her curves and continued the wrapped style until it reached her knees where the rest of the dress fell like a mermaid style, but not as puffy since the dress was silk. It was more graceful. The dress (like most of Amber's designs) were covered in sparkles, but there was something different about this one. The sparkles made her glitter like the night sky. She looked… wow.

"Amber, I think you outdid yourself." Patricia muttered, breathlessly as she admired the dress in the mirror. She slipped on the open toed black pumps that Amber was handing to her.

"I try," Amber smiled modestly as she examined the dress. "It fits perfectly."

"Wow." I mumbled. I pick up my dress and go to change. But, Amber created a completely different dress than on the page. This one was silver. It was a dark shade of silver, with several gems and sequins creating a pattern on the front and back, cascading over the sweetheart hemline and open back (Amber likes this combination…). It was formfitting, until it reached mid-thigh and cascaded out in a lighter, sparkling silver silk. I got sparkly gloves, as promised. I put it on and walked out as I slipped on the gloves. I saw Mara putting on gold sparkly ones, Patricia midnight blue sparkly ones, and Amber light green sparkly ones when I got out.

"You like?" Amber smiled in a snarky way.

"You tricked me!" I shouted with a laugh.

"Darling you fell for it! I would never let you see a design I made in ten minutes and you don't wear light purple to a gala. Believe it or not, I made that dress from the original design." Amber retorted.

"How do you get this from the design you showed me?"

"It still has silk doesn't it?"

I smiled and gave Amber a huge hug. "Thank you."

"Anytime, darling."

The next day, we sat in chairs, our feet dipped in water. Mani-Pedi's. Fun.

"You excited?" Amber asked from my right.

"Excited?" Patricia questions from my left. "More like… freaking out!"

"Seriously." Mara adds. "And Patricia isn't known to freak out."

"She's right." I point out.

"And the best part." Amber smiled. "Tonight, Fabian is going to tell Nina that he loves her."

"What?" Patricia, Mara, and I shoot upward, causing all three of our pedicurists to glare at us.

"It's obvious!" Amber points out, "He's just been waiting."

"I don't know Amber." I mutter.

"I do."

After Patricia and I get home, there's only one thing I can think to do.

Start reading The First Experience.

I merely get to page 60 when I find out what Mr. Winkler was talking about.

Luke just turns his head a bit and sees something out of the corner of his eye. A girl. Her hair was long and red, her eyes were blue and deep. She must have felt him staring because she looked at him too. Their eyes met for the first time and there was something there. Something, something neither of them had felt before. The experience was… new. He noticed everything about her. Her face shape, her eyes, even the earring on her ears.

I read on and on, realizing that Ali was afraid of love, much like Fabian was. Only when I reached page 245, did I know what I had to do.

At that moment Luke realized something. He had to give up on his life. The one being a bachelor in his own apartment, watching sports and drinking beer, to keep Ali. He had to tell her that he loved her… or he'd lose her.

I dropped the book, not worried about how it ended and ran. I ran in search of Mr. Winkler. I had a bit more than an hour before I was meeting Amber and the girls to do our hair. I reached his office and barged in.

"Mr. Winkler!" I shouted.

He took one look at me and said, "You read it didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And what have you learned?" he asked.

"I have to tell Fabian how I feel. Or I'll lose him, won't I?" I told him.

He nodded.

"Why can't he say it?" I asked.

"Why couldn't Ali?" he answered smartly.

"Because she was afraid of falling in love." I sighed. "So… you mean… if I don't… he won't? What if he does first?"

"He won't. He's too scared."

"But-"

"Nina, history tends to repeat itself. And you know what you read is true." Mr. Winkler said.

"What do you mean history tends to repeat itself?" I asked, "The book is fiction."

"Is it?" Jason asked. He extended his hand, "Hello, my name is Jason Luke Winkler. My wife's name is Esther Allison Robinson-Winkler."

"You mean?"

"I wrote that book under a penname. I used mine and my wife's middle names. The story is true."

"How did you know?" I asked, "About me and Fabian?"

"I saw my wife and I in you too," he explained, "I and I told you, history tends to repeat itself. Now, Eddie told me about that gala. Go get ready. Find the perfect moment tonight to tell him."

I smiled, "Thank you so much Mr. Winkler."

"So, do you think he'll tell you tonight?" Patricia asked as Amber styled my hair. Since I had gotten there late, I was last. Patricia was doing Mara's make-up now. Her hair was straightened, her bangs pinned back. Patricia's lightly curled at the ends. Amber's was heavily curled, like Taylor Swift's hair. Amber had parted mine to the side and was curling it to perfection.

"I don't know." I answer, instead of telling them to whole story. It's just too complicated to discuss over hair and make-up.

Soon enough, we were all done. Mara's make-up matched her dress perfectly. He eyes were heavily tinted gold as was her eyeliner. Her black mascara was perfect and he cheeks were even tinted gold slightly. Her lip gloss was a glittery neutral color.

Amber's eyes were silver, like her eyeliner. She also had black mascara, but her cheeks were rosy. She had a light pink lip gloss.

Patricia's eyes were a darker shade of silver. Her eyeliner and mascara were black. She had a light tinted blush. She had a reddish lipstick.

Because the third times the charm, my eyes were also silver, but I had a lighter shade of sparkling silver. I had black eyeliner and perfect black mascara. My lips were a pale glittery pink.

"So," Amber said as soon as we're all ready. "Are we ready?"

"As we'll ever be." I say.

Okay, this chapter had NO Fabina in it whatsoever but, it was the preparation chapter! Next chapter, well prepare for a lot.

Oh, and to the guest flamer, I'll say this. I outright laughed at your flame. I just find it funny that you're so pathetic, that you have to try and tear people down to make yourself feel good for two simple mistakes, everyone knew what I meant anyway. Nice try but sorry to say, the words of a coward that hides behind a computer don't bring me down. I'll never stop writing, I'll never think less of myself because of what cowardly, pathetic bullies think of my writing. I'm proud of my work and thankful for my readers, no matter what you think. No thought in my plots? Funny, because if my plots had no thought, then why do I have 108 other great reviews on only 8 other chapters? And I do have a life, unlike you. A person who has to go through every single word to try and find mistakes to tear people down. I have people, like my protégé who supports me and loves me. My sister, who laughed with me at your review. My best friend, who reads my writing and tells me how it is and helps me through the quirks. You have no idea what they're saying about you right now. You're lucky I'm not writing it. Lucky for you you're hidden behind a computer screen. My protégé wants to pummel you. And she could take a coward like you, I know it. Did I offend you? I didn't mean to be rude… Oh wait, I DID ;) I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Oh wait, I know you will. Why else would you read to chapter 9 if you didn't like my story?

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