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Chapter Eighteen

"Brenna, Gabrielle's here." Dougie knocked on the bedroom door. I opened it, pulling Gabrielle inside before shutting the door in Dougie's face. He won't see this outfit until I'm in the bugger.

"Hey." Gabrielle smiled, waving at me. I smiled and sat down on the bed.

"So," I began. "What have we got?"

Gabrielle placed her dry clean bags on to the bed beside me and started unzipping them all. Seven outfits in all. These didn't look like £300 jobs like my prom dress was. No sir, these were more classy, and not to mention way more expensive than I could ever afford to wear.

Kerching!

"Well, this is a rather formal occasion. And I picked out these, I doubt you would have wanted to go for the young innocent look. Danny says you're quite the rebel when you want to be. So, I went for a few items that are a little shy, but perhaps reveal a streak in your personality?" Gabz gushed. It appeared she was a little shy herself upon making new acquaintances. "Are there any that you particularly want to try on?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed rather quickly as I eyed an emerald green number. I pointed to it, my eyes lighting up when she picked it up and placed it in my arms. I scurried quickly in to the bathroom.

I definitely don't want to try anymore on.

This was it.

The dress.

Dougie would die.

Hopefully.

Not literally.

I check back in the mirror and smile.

I'd never looked like this before. I looked made up, girlie, and older. Much older. Not like a granny but atleast twenty I was sure. I smiled and turned around in it, observing how the dress followed after me, a small trail at the back. The front of the dress was loose, the cleavage was low and the material came to a halt just above my naval, where it was gathered in for a corset at the front. The back of the dress was half missing, the way it had meant to be, my back was on full show and the lower part of my back was just about covered before the dress formed a bustle over my rear..

Yes, I really can't wait to see Dougie's face.

"Are you ready?!" Dougie called through my door. Gabz was still with me, helping me with my hair and make up. It was nearing Seven O'clock now, and Dougie had been pounding on my door for half an hour at the very least.

"Go wait downstairs." I said, as I hugged Gabrielle goodbye. She walked out of the door, careful for Dougie not to see me. She guided him downstairs and left the house.

"Brenna! The limo is here! You're doing this on purpose!" He called up the stairs.

I opened the bedroom door and walked out on to the landing. I watched Dougie's face change expression as I walked down the stairs towards him, careful not to tread on the dress itself.

"Do you think this is girly enough?" I pouted, jumping off the last step.

"Shoes." He grinned. I shook my head. "Show me your shoes."

I groaned and lifted the dress up slightly, being faced with a pair of my battered blue converse.

What?

I can't walk in heels.

"Amazing," he leant in to kiss me. I pulled back.

"No." I said. He looked on at me puzzled. "You were being Age-ist."

"I was not!" he retorted. "You were being childish."

"Oh stop being a middle aged grump." I scowled. He raised an eyebrow and I then realised what I'd just said. "Sorry."

"Are we getting in the car then?" He ground his teeth together looking thoroughly Pissed off.

"In a minute." I replied.

"No, now, you've had enough time alread-"

I threw my arms around his neck, slamming my own mouth against his. "Less talking, more tongue action." I smirked when pulling away.