CAPTURE THIS (Updating regularly)

Chapter 3

"I haven't even gotten over it myself, to be honest," she answered, patting her stomach lightly.

"Neither have I," Amber admitted, sighing. "Are you going to be alright? I was going to go out but if you need to stay, then I will."

Amber didn't want to stay at all. She wanted nothing more than to abandon Annette and meet Alex but she knew she couldn't do it. Not when Annette was like this.

Annette shook her head. "No, I'll be fine. Don't let me ruin your fun, sis."

"Are you sure? Why don't you call Emma and ask her to hang out with you so that you're not alone?" Amber suggested, hoping that Emma would be free.

Annette nodded. "Yeah, I think I will."

Amber patted her arm. "Alright, I'm going to get ready. Let me know about what Emma says, okay?"

Annette nodded. "Sure."

Amber gave her a small smile and walked out of the room. She made another trip to kitchen by hopping and threw the wrappers away before dumping the glass in the sink. She then picked up her crutches, which she had abandoned earlier, and made a slow trip up the stairs and to her bedroom. She couldn't help but mentally curse the crutches. How was she supposed to last another two weeks using these stupid contraptions?

She stood in front of her wardrobe and mentally reviewed all her clothes. Maybe the metallic purple one? Wasn't that a bit too revealing for such a posh restaurant? She didn't want to seem desperate.

After almost an hour of reviewing all her dresses, she picked out a smart but casual crimson dress with a thin, black belt and sleek, red stilettos.

She decided to shower, which took almost an hour. Once, out of the shower, she pulled on her robe and sat at her small dressing table. She curled her usually pin straight hair and let it fall down her back. She used very light make-up; just some mascara and a bit of eye liner and vivid, red lipstick. Then, she pulled on her dress and heels.

Amber stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. She stood, holding her crutches so that she wouldn't put any pressure on her injured leg.

Her gingery, red hair lay in sleek, shiny curls. Her bright green eyes gleamed in the small light from her window. The dress seemed to make her look slightly heavier than she was. Her collarbones were especially prominent. It was a figure her friends longed for but Amber wished her bones wouldn't show so much. Amber pulled on a short, black cardigan. The sleeves reached her elbows and so Amber added some thin black bangles.

Just as she picked up her purse, her bedroom door opened.

"Emma's on her way, you can go..." Annette trailed off as she looked Amber up and down. She raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

 "Just out with a friend." Amber answered, not looking at her.

"A friend? You got this dressed up to see a friend?" Annette asked.

Amber nodded slowly, hoping Annette would leave already.

"Yeah, right," Annette scoffed sarcastically.

"We're just having lunch at Le Chef Graisses," Amber told her, feigning nonchalance.

"Fancy!" Annette commented.

Amber supressed the urge to roll of her eyes. "Look, are you sure that you'll be alright with Emma? I can stay if you want."

Annette shook her head. "No, you go ahead. I'll be fine."

Amber walked over to her and gave her a quick hug. "Alright, I'm going. Call me if you need anything."

"Thanks but I'm sure that I'll be fine," she assured Amber.