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The Art Of Online Dating
It took her almost an hour and a half to get my hair just right. Then it was time for makeup. Luckily for me, Alice knew I wasn't too much a fan of the stuff. She put only eyeliner, mascara, and a light plink lip gloss on me. She knew better than to put blush on me, knowing somehow I would provide enough of my own tonight. It was finally time to put on the dress. It fit even better than I remembered. It hugged all my curves just right, while still being subtle and classy. I paired it with some cute flats, the same color blue as the dress.
I was finally ready. “Wait! I have to get a picture of you! This is your first date, Miss Swan.” Alice called from down the hall. She ran back into my room with her Polaroid camera. “Okay. Now pose!” She said and snapped the picture. I posed by putting my hands behind my back like a little girl and turning my feet to point towards each other with a small smile.
She held the picture up to the light to make it develop faster, while I grabbed a small blue purse and my new black wallet. Alice figured I would most likely offer to pay half, so she decided to make sure I didn't pull out my old ratty wallet and look totally weird, in front of this amazingly hot first date.
She put the picture onto my little bulletin board with a pink thumb tack. With that, I gave her a hug and grabbed the keys to her car. She was letting me borrow it, since “Emmett's Charger makes you look too manly and intimidating for a first date.”
I hopped into the car and made my way to the little bookstore. It only took me about 10 minutes to get there. I pulled into the familiar parking lot and made my way inside. I greeted the owners, Martha and Jim Garrison. I asked Martha for an application, which she gladly handed over, then I asked about their kids, Sarah, who was 3, and Amanda, who was 5. Amanda was starting Kindergarten in September. Just as I was about to inquire more about their lovely family, I heard the tinkling of the bells over the front door. I looked over, out of habit, and there he stood. A bronze-haired, green-eyed, Greek god, in the flesh. This was Edward.


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