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By -regblackslvt

𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

"Who's got you smiling at your phone?" Sarah asks me teasingly from the door as I sit on her bed, smiling down at a text on my phone screen.

kie
can't wait 2 c u, sunshine

"it's just Koa telling me a stupid joke" I find myself lying to my best friend, turning my phone off as she approaches me.

"What's got you in such a good mood today?" She smiles in amusement, flopping onto the bed next to me.

"I don't know" I shrug nonchalantly "I guess I'm just excited for midsummers"

"We go every year" She chuckles.

"I know that, but I've got a good feeling about this year" I tell her.

"You and your weird feelings" She rolls her eyes playfully and I gasp in mock hurt, slapping her arm which makes her laugh.

There is a knock on the door and it's opened to reveal Rose Cameron with a frustrated expression on her face.

"You've not even started getting ready" She states in disbelief.

"Sorry, Rose. We're going to start now" I assure the woman.

"You've got twenty minutes!" She warns us.

"Yeah yeah, okay" Sarah waves her off.

Rose rolls her eyes and leaves us, closing the door behind us. My best friend turns onto her side to face me and grins widely, propping her hand on her hip.

"Shall we get ready for Midsummers, tinker bell?" She says in a posh accent.

"We shall, sleeping beauty" I reply in the same accent, holding out my hand to her.

The dirty blonde haired girl takes my hand and I jump up onto my feet, pulling her up with me.

"Alexa, play Tink's Swiftie playlist" I declare.

"Good choice" Sarah nods at me in appreciation and I grin, shrugging nonchalantly.

As we listen to our favourite Taylor Swift songs we do our makeup, the both of us keeping it natural and light.

Sarah then changes into her white dress, deciding to keep her hair in it's naturally straight state while I take the rollers out of my hair and hairspray my curls into place.

"How do I look?" The girl behind me speaks up as I swipe some lipgloss onto my lips.

I turn to look at her and my jaw drops dramatically, causing her to roll her eyes at me with a happy smile that she tries and fails to hide.

"You'll be the most gorgeous princess at the ball" I tell her.

"Thank you" She says gratefully before grabbing my dress and holding it out to me "Now put your dress on before we're late"

"Yes, mother" I chirp sarcastically, taking it from her.

I slip my silk robe off my shoulders, letting it fall onto the floor and step into my dress, pulling it up.

"Zip me up?" I ask Sarah.

"Of course" She answers, swiftly pulling the zip up.

After pulling on a pair of pale pink heels, I turn to the mirror and take a second to admire the beautiful dress that my mother picked for me. It is a nude colour, the whole dress and straps covered in colourful flowers embroidered onto the fabric with a beige ribbon tied into a bow at the front.

"You look like the prettiest fairy in the forest" Sarah states and it brings a smile to my face.

"Girls, we're leaving now!" Rose shouts.

"Oh, shit" My best friend curses.

The girl scrambles to put on her heels and I grab her crown of greenery, placing it on her head. She shoots me a grateful grin and I wink at her, grabbing my own crown of crystals and putting it on my head.

We then head down to the foyer where we find the rest of the Cameron family waiting for us, Rafe and Wheezie looking bored as ever while Rose is pacing and Ward is trying to get her to stop.

"There you both are!" The blonde woman gasps in relief.

"You girls look beautiful" Ward tells us with a warm smile while ushering his wife out of the door.

"Isn't Alli just the most stunning thing you've ever laid eyes on, Rafe?" Sarah presses her brother as we approach the boy.

"That dress is pretty short" He comments and I try to ignore the disappointment that burns in my chest.

"Don't you like it?" I frown.

"It's fine" Rafe shrugs in an uninterested tone "It makes you look kinda chubby"

"Well I think you look really cool, Alli" Wheezie buts in, grabbing my hand and tugging me outside with her "You look like something out of a fantasy book or something"

"Thanks, Wheeze" I smile down at the young girl.



»»-------------¤-------------««



We enter the country club and Ward pauses before we can exit out onto the green, looking back at us as he links arms with his wife.

"Smile for the people, kiddos" He tells us.

I am immediately pulled into Rafe's side and I smile up at the boy, but his eyes are still looking at his father. Ignoring the sinking feeling in my chest, I intertwine my fingers with Rafe's on my waist and we follow Ward outside.

We exit the garden doors and everyone applauds loudly, cheering and whistling for Mr Cameron. I put on my cheeriest smile and search for my parents in the crowd, finding them almost immediately as they clap for Ward with big smiles while my brother downs a flute of champagne.

The green settles down, the classy music finally being heard as everyone's attention wanders back to their own conversations. I feel the warmth at my side slipping away and I turn in confusion, grabbing onto the sleeve of Rafe's suit jacket.

"Where are you going?" I ask with a frown.

"I'm going to find my friends" He answers with a tone that suggests I'm stupid.

"Oh, okay" I reply defeatedly with a sigh "Have fun"

"Will do" He bluntly mutters before walking off.

I turn, hoping to find Sarah and Wheezie but I'm disappointed when I see the eldest sister having a private looking chat with Topper and the youngest sister laughing with two other girls her own age.

"Is that Allison Blake?" I hear someone ask with a put on British accent.

Spinning around in confusion, I'm met with an amused looking Kiara and my heart skips a beat. The girl radiates a type of beauty that i've never even witnessed before in my life and the only thing I can possibly compare it to is that of a goddess.

"My favourite girl is looking beautifully gorgeous" Kiara declares and my cheeks heat up at the compliment, my stomach doing flips at her words.

my favourite girl

She takes a hold of my hand and spins me around, her eyes wandering down my body and back up to my face with a grin on her lips.

Before I can even compliment the girl, my hand is snatched from her hold and I'm spun again, but much faster this time. My chest hits another one and I look up to see Makoa grinning down at me.

"Well, don't you look adorable" He teases.

"You look positively dashing yourself" I giggle.

"Dance with me" He insists.

The boy doesn't even give me time to reply before he's dragging me away and I look back at Kiara in concern for ditching her, only to find her waving at me with a teasing smile.

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