Night Dresses

LOOKING FOR A NIGHT DRESS FOR A WEDDING? Hi all!, I´m looking for a long or short elegant night dress and cheap for the friend´s wedding. I know can be difficult but DO YOU KNOW IN WHICH PART OF LONDON CAN I FIND IT? thanksssss a lot sorry i meant evening dress for a wedding! thanks sorry i meant evening dress for a wedding! thanks

any tips for a gorgeous wavy hair look for a elegant night? hi, on saturday i'm singing in a school concert and its going to be really formal and actiony with lighting and smoke machines blah blah. im so excited! im singing colours of the wind and i am wearing this really nice pink and black dress. however, the hair is a problem. i have shoulder lenght, thick wavy black hair. i have a straightening iron, one of those carmen girls wavy creator irons, curl defining spray, and harispray in general. and i really want a look that looks elegant, glossy and wavy but not frizzy . but with little curls , sort of like a formal beach babe look. any tips? im desperate! thanks :) x

What is considered "smart elegant" attire? I'm trying out a new restaurant tomorrow night and the dress code calls for smart elegant attire. What should my date and I wear? Can I wear a denim jacket? Can my date wear khakis?

What Should I Wear on Formal Night on a Cruise? What Should I Wear on Formal Night on a Cruise? I'm going on a Carnival Glory cruise to the Western Caribbean and there are 2 formal nights. Should I wear something glamorous, such as my old prom dress, or would something like this http://cgi.ebay.com/Elegant-Sexy-Lace-Crinkle-Tiered-Dress-dm026-fit-Sz-6_W0QQitemZ250012210517QQihZ015QQcategoryZ55577QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem or http://cgi.ebay.com/Elegant-Brown-Halter-Bare-Back-Cocktail-Dress-4107-6-8_W0QQitemZ260012452787QQihZ016QQcategoryZ55577QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem be ok? Since there are 2 formal nights, should I wear the same thing for each night or should I bring 2 different dresses/outfits? Also, should I "do" my hair on those two nights? Thanks for all answers! Should I wear the same thing for both of the nights or bring 2 different dresses/outfits?

Where can i buy/rent prom dresses in UK? Ok so my prom inst till next year but this years leavers had theirs last night so now im all exited for mine :) But ive been browsing the internet, and most the prom dresses are all ott froofy dresses, with overly bold colors like hot pink. I want a nude colour drop dress. So where can i find elegant prom dresses in uk?

Where is a good classy, elegant and romantic restaurant in Toronto area? I will be proposing to my long time boyfriend of 10 years on Valentines day and need suggestions of a really good restaurant in the GTA. I want it to be extremely classy and elegant with great food and wine and very romantic. This will be a formal night for us as well, so preferably somewhere where you must dress nice. Does anyone recommend a place?

Dress? Theme-Night in Paris? Okay so my school is having a end of the year dance thing and the theme is "a night in paris". Soooo i was wondering what do dresses look like in paris?? Lmao I was thinking a long black dress and some really elegant jewels? Idk? Any help??? Thanks!

How to dress for a night club? to be chic, elegant and the best ;) i am blod and have blue eyes

what should i wear to captains night on a cruise? im 14, and i want to look really good for captains night ( which is a dinner you have with the captain of the ship...is no one knew that) on a cruise i am going to pretty soon (liberty of the seas), i dont have a long elegant dress but i do have: ~a blue silky one, above my knees, halter top style ~a purple silky one, also above my knees (a bit longer than the blue one), spaghetti straps i have no clue which one i could wear. and since i am so young i dont want to reveal so much you no?! so please help me, im leaning more towards the purple one, what do you think? p.s i am also wearing shiny silver heels...about 3 inches?? is that also too much?

What would happen if I wore a cocktail dress to a "business formal"-designated awards ceremony at a museum? My company is having a patent awards banquet held at an art museum, and the invitation says "business formal." I do not want to wear a suit on a Friday night. It will only be the R&D department, so there is no networking involved...I want to wear an elegant cocktail dress. What do you think?

How can i make my dress look better/elegant? I'm having my grad this year and we need two dresses. I love my night gown-it's the day dress I'm having problems with. When I was trying it on in the changeroom I loved it-but now i think it looks cheap-looking and terrible on me. *It's royal blue, spaghetti-strapped, short(a couple cm above the knee) and poofy at the skirt part. * What can I do to make it look better and NOT cheap looking? My hair is going to be in an updo and im going to be wearing glittery-silver shoes and a white shrug. What kind of jewellery should i wear? *If this helps I'm wearing it for the lunch-in and dance, from 12-5 pm. sorry, i can't do that for some reasons...

Should I wear a black dress even though I have dark skin? I have a event I have to go to and Im thinking of wearing a black dress even though my skin color is a dark brown.I just want your opinions I havent bought it yet.I'll be showing of the dress on the stage.Or do you think I should go for a brighter coulour its a night time event.The dress is more of a formal elegant type.

What kind of compliments do teen girls like? Hey! I'm going to a big party tomorrow night where everybody will be dressed smart and elegant. I was wondering, what kind of compliments do teen girls like (15-16 y old)? Thanks ;)

What am I going to wear to this wedding? My cousin's wedding is in a month, and I just got the invitation today. I already knew it was going to be black-tie. Although, now it says (and I quote directly) "Ladies: Dress for the night of romance in an elegant gown. No black or white please." This wedding is pretty special to me, but I'm not one for gowns. I mean I would just love to wear this dress I have my eye on (it's a cocktail dress and very simple) but would that be okay do you think?

I have to admit after last night that most of latin women are beautiful and gorgeous, do you agree? have to admit after last night that most of latin women are beautiful and gorgeous, do you agree? Last night I went to a bachata (Type of latin music) concert at Toyota Center and I was shocked to see lots of beautiful women. I am not lesbian or anything like that, but I couldn't stop seeing those attractive women at the concert. I saw beatiful dark hair, bodies, dresses, shoes, etc, etc Unfortunately, there were less latin men :( but the ones that went also dressed nice and elegant! I felt like I was in a fashion show or miss universe lol Also, the reason might have been that were latin women from different countries: Venezuela, Mexico, Colombia, Peru, Chile, Puerto Rico, Honduras, etc etc Do you agree?

I'm graduating high school tomorrow night and can't decide which dress I want to wear. Suggestions? The reason for my indecisiveness is that the ceremony is outside. I have three dresses in mind. #1 A simple but elegant, knee-length black dress with a V-neck and beautful, detailed broach under the bust attached to a sash. The material is 95% Polyester and 5% Spandex, and the lining is 100% Polyester. I have worn this dress several times to formal band concerts because my mom found it for a bargain, so I'm getting every cent out of it. #2 A beautiful beige party dress with a floral pattern of the same color. It has a beige silk sash that ties in the front with a layer of crinoline to give it a full skirt. The material is 42% Polyester, 52% Cotton and 5% Spandex #3 A sundress with a bold pattern. Black with bright green polka dots and touch of black crinoline at the bottom of the skirt, I wore this to last year's graduation. Let me know what you think! Thanks for the suggestions!

What theme should I go with for my 21st Birthday Party? Hi all, I'm hoping to hold my 21st at a function room, and I'd like to run a theme on the night. I'm not keen on the full fancy dress up plan because I'd prefer the night to be more elegant - but I'm stuck for ideas. Have you been to anything that might be worth trying? Eg: Roaring 20s, or a black and white night... Thanks for any help!

Does anyone want to know what Sharapova is wearing the rest of the season? Does anyone want to know what Maria Sharapova is wearing the rest of the season?Well during her matches in Stanford,Cincinnati and Montreal she will be wearing a pink-purple meshed dress with a very elegant purple-lavender curve thick line...As for the US Open she will wear 2 dresses:The day dress is a green-blue dress with a black collar around her neck and very interesting golden lining to the dress and a couple of diamond buttons,as for the night dress it will be the same just black with a green collar!Finally her WTA Finale(either YEC or Bali)will be a heavy gray dress with a bright pink overall skeleton design(of the dress,not Maria,lol)I hope my description helped you,if not search for Maria Sharapova Hard Court Woman's Tennis Dress 2010(US Open Series)and find her US Open dress at Tennis Warehouse or Woman's tennis forum...and her WTA Finale dress is a very rare picture,but you can also find it by searching Maria Sharapova YEC dress...Good luck!!!!

How to accessorize a black ball gown? I bought a full length twisted front ball gown. I think its simple and very elegant. However, I would like to dress it up so it really pops on the night of my event. Any ideas on how to accessorize it? Pictures would be great if you find any. Hair ideas? I have long(halfway down my back) thick dark hair. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

where can I find inspiration for a formal hairstyle? I have a formal occasion that I need to go to and I'm wearing a knee length maroon halter dress with golden embroidery. I want to wear my hair up, but I want it elegant not like a bad prom night. Do you have any websites or pictures of a good way to accent my dress? I have collarbone length layer hair with side bangs.

What are your best and worst dress picks for the emmy's the other night? My best: Marcia Cross- She looked so elegant Worst: Kanye West because he wore tennis shoes with a suit.

What is the best hairstyle for a political campaign watch party? I'm 20 years old and I've been invited to a watch party for the results on the night of the election. It will be very large, formal, business attire (dress suit for me) event at a nice hotel ballroom so what are appropriate hair styles? I have long curly hair and no bangs. Should I wear it down, up, or are there any cool style tips anyone can give? It's formal so it obviously should be styled nicely, however, it is still a type of celebration so I want to look more elegant classy than old school politician-style. Any suggestions?

im gonna wear a cute black dress & black heels bt idk if i should let my hair down or up? im 5'7 120 pounds, it's for an elegant night thing. i want to look elgant & beautiful & hair plays a big part!!!

What should I wear to my graduation party? I am graduating with my Master's and I am wondering if I should wear a fuschia floral feminine dress that is also low cut and knee length or an elegant black tank, denim skirt and black heels. I want to be the center of attention, look sexy, and be ready to party by the end of the night. Oh and any ideas for accessories?

What to wear for Prom Night? Hi, I will be having my high school prom night next week. The theme for the night is "Au Revoir", and dress code is Smart Casual. The problem is, i'm a guy who does not know what to wear. I'm looking for something that fits my personality- the attire should be elegant, stylish yet simple. Anything smart casual that can fit that? Please, to those fashion savvy people, help me somehow...is there any good website/pics/tips that i can get? I really want to 'make a statement' and at the same time, get attention from this girl that i've had a crush on since I started my high school years. I didn't want to propose to her as i've stood by a principle of not wanting any distractions but now, after my exams are over, I want to try get together...lol...plz help. (just to answer some of ur qns, it's in the mid of november cos i don't reside in USA. i'm from Sg, and here, it's the end of the school term.) ..........

Mariah Cary @ the Pearl In the Palms...Las Vegas? Mariah Carey did a two night concert at the pearl in the palms in Vegas in september. And again Oct. 9-10...I got tickets for the tenth and im really excited. But I was wondering what me and my girlfriend should wear? Its a small theatre and it will be a very intimate concert. From the vids and pics i scene of Septembers, she was wearing gorgeous dresses, very chill. Nothing upbeat at all. So I was planning on wearing a really simple but elegant dress, but then again I dont want to be over dressed? Did anyone attend the september show or have any insight?

Should I wear a dress? I have this event to go to. Everyone is probably going to be wearing a dress, but I really hate dresses. I guess I just rather be in something more comfortable for the night and I think dresses don't complement my size. Anyway, it's a night event, sorta important. Do you think I should go in a dress? Or should I just wear some elegant pants with a elegant top?

where can i find an arabian nights prom dress? I have always thought that the idea of arabian nights is really elegant. I want a pretty prom dress, either long or shot im not sure, im thinking a deep purple or blue, maybe even deep red. I just want something that is a little different than the normal prom dress as well. thanks so much! im looking for probably more of a softer chiffon (but not definitely), beading is nice but not necessary, and i think probably a solid as long as its a really pretty color

How can I learn to carry myself and put myself together like so many other elegant, confident women? I don't have a mother although I'm blessed with three great brothers and a good dad. Unfortunately, they can't really help me solve this problem. I've always admired, now especially that I'm in college, the way that women can put themselves together in such a beautiful way. Are there any books out there that I can read that will help me get to know myself? I want to look beautiful like a lot of my friends and their mothers. I want to learn about makeup and dressing my body type (I'm thin, 105 pounds and not at all endowed but I know that I am short-waisted which bums me out because it looks like I have love handles). I want to learn how to be comfortable with my features and I want to be able to style my hair and carry myself well. I don't really have much of a wardrobe...when I went to college I realized that so many girls save their purses and shoes and end up with a great collection of things to put together. I know that I'm blessed no matter what sorts of material things I do or don't have, and so I want to learn for the sake of knowing myself inside and out. I've never dated guys because I don't feel like I have that feminine aura. I know that I have it in me to step up this part of myself, though. I definitely wish that I had a mother to teach me about these aspects of myself. When I watch movies and tv, when I see my friends getting ready for a night out, I'm mesmorized by their ability to put themselves together-- From pretty and average to elegant and glamorous... Can anyone provide me with any guidance? References to books? Anything helpful? Thanks everyone for your answers. They were really helpful and I'm taking them all into consideration. <3

Which dress is best for my night in with my fiance? I want to look sexy (obviously). I'm making him an elegant dinner for the first time since we got engaged two weeks ago. I'm 23, 5'6'', and weigh 110. Which dress do you like best for the occasion and my body type? 1. http://www1.bloomingdales.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=116918&CategoryID=9113&PageID=9105*1*24*-1*-1*9 2. http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2967390/0~2376776~2374327~2374331~6014177?mediumthumbnail=Y&origin=category&searchtype=&pbo=6014177&P=2 3. http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446182069&FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=282574492711514&ASSORTMENT%3C%3East_id=1408474399545537&bmUID=1210466957889&ev19=1:11 4. http://www.eluxury.com/estore/browse/product_detail.jsp?id=11730017 5. http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod49470107&parentId=cat10340751&masterId=cat10100736&index=79&cmCat=cat000000cat000001cat000111cat000127cat10100736cat10340751 I would wear all the dresses with these shoes: http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod32270054&parentId=cat271801&masterId=cat208401&index=0&cmCat=search If you have another suggestion, please make it! Nothing over $500 please!

Divorce argument: I NEED COUNTER-ARGUMENTS AND CRITISIM!!! THANKS!? Please take a minute to read this. I need to answer all holes in my argument. If there is any concern that is needed to be answered, I would really enjoy constructive critisim. Anything I need to answer, add, get rid of, etc. This is for my English class, for a MAJOR grade. All of the help I can get is greatly appreciated. Begin: As we all know, everyone has had many different life experiences that make us unique. These experiences have the potential to shape our physical appearances and personalities in strange ways. Fortunately, many of you have not had to experience the divorce of your own parents. /Yet./ For the few of you have, you will know where I am coming from. For those who haven’t, please bear with me, and keep in the back of your mind, that this can happen to anyone./ Deanne grew up an only child in Las Vegas. She was a pretty girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, smart. In high school, she met a man who was five years older than herself. Allen was handsome and worked as a detective for the city. A beautiful young woman meets this dashing fellow. How could her life get any better? It was a perfect love story. Deanne took Allen to prom her senior year and, she wore an elegant, turquoise dress. Of course, prom night should be great. She was spending it with the man she loved. Not long after she graduated, they got married. They were so perfect for each other…/or so they thought.\ After two or three years, Deanne didn’t feel the same about Allen as she once did. Marriage wasn’t as sugar-coated as she, as well as many young girls and women, may have once thought. They got a divorce. \Unfortunately, Allen’s story didn’t have a happy ending. Allen committed suicide a few months later. /During the next year, she met another man named John. Deanne knew she couldn’t make the same mistake again. This was different. She was already out of high school, with a job. She loved this man! It was meant to be. So, they got married after only a few months of dating. Over the next few years, Deanne and John had two boys, Thomas and Ben. By the time Thomas was six and Ben was four, their parents’ relationship was falling apart. John was working all of the time, and Deanne always stayed home with her children. A year later, Deanne told her boys / that their father wasn’t coming home. The decision for a divorce was made final, child support discussed, child custody schedule set. All of their possessions were cut in half, including the time with their children. The boys stayed with their mother one week, their father the next. Thomas wasn’t able to handle the split and required counseling for his emotions. John was heartbroken. But Deanne knew she had to move on./It didn’t take her long to find someone else. Ronnie had two boys of his own. Deanne knew she had made two previous mistakes. This had to be real. It just had to. Wedding bells ringing at the church only /six /months /later… Now here’s the real story: (Diagram) Nevada = GeorgiaThomas = HeatherBen = My little sister Deanne is my mom. Allen is dead. My own dad’s heart torn to shreds. My old life gone.// Marriage is the right thing for the right reason, but marriage can also be the wrong thing if it’s for the wrong reason. Same for divorce. Did you know that one out of every two people in the U.S. gets a divorce? That’s a lot. Why do we accept such a thing in this country? While it is impractical to outlaw divorce entirely, we can’t allow this to happen again and again. So this is what I propose. A time penalty should be put on divorce. The standard time penalty for a divorce will be five years, starting from the official court date of the divorce until the official date of the next marriage. For anyone above age 60, the penalty would go down to a standard of three years, due to the shortened years of life. The judge for anyone’s divorce case can decide to lower, raise, or even erase this penalty if he/she thinks necessary, depending on the case. I understand that everyone makes mistakes, but I’m not saying that divorce is always bad. But as a whole, this new law is for the greater good of society. Think about all of the celebrities today who get married. Do their relationships ever last? Rarely. Celebrities can’t escape this law, either. Britney Spear’s first marriage with Jason Alexander only lasted fifty-five hours. That is ridiculous. This is another example of why the commitment of marriage should not be taken so lightly. We want people to get married in this country, but for the right reasons. This law is very reasonable compared to other countries, such as Saudi Arabia or Iraq, where the penalty for divorce is death. If one out of every two people in the U.S. gets a divorce, then that means that half of our country consists of people who have reneged on their promises. If you decide to go to college, then you most likely will have to take out a loan. Now, the bank trusts you to keep your word to pay them back on a timely ma manner. If you go too long without paying a cent back, do you think the bank will ever trust you again? Allowing divorce so freely is showing people in our country that it is OK to make promises that you can’t keep./ It isn’t. /The bank is not going to spare you any mercy, especially when they’ve already given you infinite chances to keep your promise. And you can’t forget about the consequences that come with that promise being broken. Foreclosure on your home, all of your possessions taken away from you, or even bankruptcy. /Of course, none of us have always been true to all of our promises. But where marriage is concerned, we need to be honest to the person we dedicate our entire lives to. /And most of all, we need to be honest to ourselves./ Do I really love this person? Is this who I really want to spend the rest of my entire life with? If we have any doubt for either of these two questions, we should wait. People make mistakes, but recognizing the mistake early on only makes that’s doing the right thing for the reason. Some of you may say, “This is too strict,” or “I’m afraid to get married under these new rules.” I’m not saying that people shouldn’t get married, but people should get married for the right reason. This penalty would only make us wiser in our decisions. If there was a chocolate bar in a convenience store, and there was no law enforcement to stop you, would you steal it? If you had a gun in your hand, and you didn’t have morals, would you even kill someone? If we don’t have laws, society is free to do anything. We currently have laws concerning divorce, but those laws don’t have the same power of this law. Those laws don’t have the same consequences. This law is better for us. This argument is not just about the present. I understand how difficult it is to stop someone from divorcing their spouse once a couple realizes they have made a mistake. But this is truly about the future. Our hope for a better future, and our hope for a better People make mistakes, but recognizing the mistake early on only makes life easier.// Sex is also an important part of any marriage. It is also something that many people tend to do out of marriage. These are people who don’t really care about the person they are having sex with; they just want the satisfaction they get from sex. If sex is the only reason why some couples get married, then the marriage will not last long. Sometimes women in these types of relationships get pregnant, and they usually get married, too. These are pointless relationships will result in short marriages that will happen again and again if people are allowed to do so. My law helps these pointless marriages from happening. Marriage is a commitment, not a one-night stand. I’m not encouraging promiscuity, but if people are not willing to make the commitment to love one person, there is no point in getting married. If someone can keep a solid relationship with one person for five years, that’s doing the right Some of you may say, “This is too strict,” or “I’m afraid to get married under these new rules.” I’m not saying that people shouldn’t get married, but people should get married for the right reason. This penalty would only make us wiser in our decisions. If there was a chocolate bar in a convenience store, and there was no law enforcement to stop you, would you steal it? If you had a gun in your hand, and you didn’t have morals, would you even kill someone? If we don’t have laws, society is free to do anything. We currently have laws concerning divorce, but those laws don’t have the same power of this law. Those laws don’t have the same consequences. This law is better for us. This argument is not just about the present. I understand how difficult it is to stop someone from divorcing their spouse once a couple realizes they have made a mistake. But this is truly about the future. Our hope for a better future, and our hope for a better generation. My mom was willing to give up a colle college education to marry the man she thought she loved. She never went to college, and she is suffering for her mistakes now. Marriage is meant to last. And if it doesn’t last, it doesn’t make us bad people. But we must learn from our mistakes. If someone had told my mom, “Hey, don’t marry the first person you come to,” her life might have been different. Simply, don’t rush things that don’t have to be rushed. We have our entire lives to do what we want. I want us to make the best decision when the time is right. After a divorce, 5 years of a no-marriage ban is put in place.

Divorce Argument: I NEED COUNTER-ARGUMENTS AND CRITICISM!!!? Please take a minute to read this. I need to answer all holes in my argument. If there is any concern that is needed to be answered, I would really enjoy constructive critisim. Anything I need to answer, add, get rid of, etc. This is for my English class, for a MAJOR grade. All of the help I can get is greatly appreciated. Begin: As we all know, everyone has had many different life experiences that make us unique. These experiences have the potential to shape our physical appearances and personalities in strange ways. Fortunately, many of you have not had to experience the divorce of your own parents. /Yet./ For the few of you have, you will know where I am coming from. For those who haven’t, please bear with me, and keep in the back of your mind, that this can happen to anyone./ Deanne grew up an only child in Las Vegas. She was a pretty girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, smart. In high school, she met a man who was five years older than herself. Allen was handsome and worked as a detective for the city. A beautiful young woman meets this dashing fellow. How could her life get any better? It was a perfect love story. Deanne took Allen to prom her senior year and, she wore an elegant, turquoise dress. Of course, prom night should be great. She was spending it with the man she loved. Not long after she graduated, they got married. They were so perfect for each other…/or so they thought.\ After two or three years, Deanne didn’t feel the same about Allen as she once did. Marriage wasn’t as sugar-coated as she, as well as many young girls and women, may have once thought. They got a divorce. \Unfortunately, Allen’s story didn’t have a happy ending. Allen committed suicide a few months later. /During the next year, she met another man named John. Deanne knew she couldn’t make the same mistake again. This was different. She was already out of high school, with a job. She loved this man! It was meant to be. So, they got married after only a few months of dating. Over the next few years, Deanne and John had two boys, Thomas and Ben. By the time Thomas was six and Ben was four, their parents’ relationship was falling apart. John was working all of the time, and Deanne always stayed home with her children. A year later, Deanne told her boys / that their father wasn’t coming home. The decision for a divorce was made final, child support discussed, child custody schedule set. All of their possessions were cut in half, including the time with their children. The boys stayed with their mother one week, their father the next. Thomas wasn’t able to handle the split and required counseling for his emotions. John was heartbroken. But Deanne knew she had to move on./It didn’t take her long to find someone else. Ronnie had two boys of his own. Deanne knew she had made two previous mistakes. This had to be real. It just had to. Wedding bells ringing at the church only /six /months /later… Now here’s the real story: (Diagram) Nevada = Georgia Thomas = Heather Ben = My little sister Deanne is my mom. Allen is dead. My own dad’s heart torn to shreds. My old life gone.// Marriage is the right thing for the right reason, but marriage can also be the wrong thing if it’s for the wrong reason. Same for divorce. Did you know that one out of every two people in the U.S. gets a divorce? That’s a lot. Why do we accept such a thing in this country? While it is impractical to outlaw divorce entirely, we can’t allow this to happen again and again. So this is what I propose. A time penalty should be put on divorce. The standard time penalty for a divorce will be five years, starting from the official court date of the divorce until the official date of the next marriage. For anyone above age 60, the penalty would go down to a standard of three years, due to the shortened years of life. The judge for anyone’s divorce case can decide to lower, raise, or even erase this penalty if he/she thinks necessary, depending on the case. I understand that everyone makes mistakes, but I’m not saying that divorce is always bad. But as a whole, this new law is for the greater good of society. Think about all of the celebrities today who get married. Do their relationships ever last? Rarely. Celebrities can’t escape this law, either. Britney Spear’s first marriage with Jason Alexander only lasted fifty-five hours. That is ridiculous. This is another example of why the commitment of marriage should not be taken so lightly. We want people to get married in this country, but for the right reasons. This law is very reasonable compared to other countries, such as Saudi Arabia or Iraq, where the penalty for divorce is death. If one out of every two people in the U.S. gets a divorce, then that means that half of our country consists of people who have reneged on their promises. If you decide to go to college, then you most likely will have to take out a loan. Now, the bank trusts you to keep your word to pay them back on a timely manner. If Here's the rest of the argument: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090227141922AAtcYQv&r=w

homecoming hair and makeup...? hello! homecoming is tomorrow night, and i am wearing a black short very elegant dress with highlights of gold. i also have gold shoes and hopefully gold jewelwry. how should i do eye makeup? would a gold brownish eyeshadow be too much? i think it would look pretty. but i'm not an expert! haha. also hair..... i'm thinking curled. help please!

Sexy Finger foods for a two year anniversary? My boyfriend and I are celebrating our two year anniversary In September. We aren't exchanging gifts, we just want to have an amazing day together. We are dressing up and going out to eat at an elegant restaurant then staying at a nice hotel for the night. I want to have a lot of sexy finger foods set up in the room for him. I already plan on having chocolate covered strawberries and pretzels. Any other ideas? Thanks!(:

what does my dream mean? i had 3 dreams all in one night. all 3 were dreams i had before. 1. batman in an adventure and flying around. * i did not watch dark night 2. another is myspace and this guy has me on number 1 on top friend's list and i dreamt that somehow me got together and i was in his room, on his bed making out 3. another was with another guy like at a funplace like disney land, i was dressed up beautifully in an elegant dress, like ones for pageants. and we took pictures.

How would you have taken wendys remarks that she made to me - no rude remarks? Keep in mind my clothes are definitely NOT baggy. Wendy wears skin tight clothes, very form fitting. I wear my clothes conservatively so they are loose but not big/baggy - very chic and elegant. How would you have taken wendys remarks that she made to me - no rude remarks? WE ARE BOTH IN OUR 50'S Let me run this by you and you tell me what you think. I ran into Wendy at the top shop. She confronted me about why I was angry with her. So I told her that I didn't like the fact that she criticized that I dress conservatively. Wendy said that she wasn't criticizing and she did not care that I dress that way, that she has many friends that dress conservatively. Wendy also said when she worked she dressed conservatively. Wendy also said "You are always asking me am I thin, so I was saying that each manufacturer makes clothes differently so you cannot go by size, Remember when I told you that I worked for manufacturers I would see them put large sizes on small garments and vice-a-versa in order to meet their quotas." And I said "Yes" Wendy "Well that's what I was talking about. And you always want people to reassure you that you are thin, but sometimes if you wear a clothing item that is not fitted then you will look bigger, and you are so hung up on looking and being thin" So I said "You were not talking about me, but you were talking in general" And Wendy said "Yes, exactly" (She did say somewhere in the conversation "That is why I said there is a cute little shape under there" But I said to her at some point "I like the way I dress and the way everything fits me" Then she shopped a little more and so did I and then I confronted her one more time "Tall and thin" and she said "Yes" And then I said "And you were not talking me specifically" And she said "No" So what do you make of it? UPDATE: I called Wendy last night and I said "Ok you said tall and thin but what did you mean when you said 'there is a cute little shape under there'" and she said "you are always asking me if you are thin" When we were about to hang up I said last confirmation "Tall and thin" and she said "Yes, but you know you are bordering on anorexia" - but I am not. But I don't think my clothes are big on me. She told me "I am was speaking in general about manufactures and how we cannot go by sizes and you are always saying 'am I thin' and an outfit could make you look heavier if it is not fitted. I learned this along time ago, I used to think the same thing that you think about a looser garment makes you look thinner but it doesn't, and you are always asking me 'am I thin'" So what do you think of her remarks. KEEP IN MIND THAT EVERY ONE ALWAYS TELL ME I DRESS BEAUTIFULLY AND CHIC AND ELEGANT AND SHOULD WORK IN FASHION I never ask everyone always just tells me I dress chic and elegant- wendy dresses in clothes that are way to tight

Do you have any ideas on what I should wear to this "mystery night" thing? It's this thing wear we dress up and we solve a "crime" and stuff. It's dorky, but fun. Anyway, this is the description for my character: CELIA - I run Fever Music; my late husband established the business and I've worked hard so that I can share the good life with my friends and family. I am what people call a living legend in the music industry. I have worked with most of the big name stars. I have children and grandchildren and I generally work 14-hour days. I enjoy style and I seem soft and feminine, but I am quick-witted and very intelligent, with a sharp eye for business. I'm the host of this trip. Dress suggestion: Very feminine, soft elegant - think Audrey Hepburn in the 50s. But, that doesn't exactly tell me what I should wear. Any help? Thanks (:

which outfit is your favorite? im going to my friends sweet 16 tomorrow night :) dress #1 (will probably wear white peep toe heels, a silver clutch, and an elegant/simple diamond necklace with matching earrings, and maybe a matching bracelet) http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/cfb87a05a3a8f5a966de9e6bb57d0cc4.jpg http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/571d03339bcb77c5f14a549f21deb4cd.jpg dress #2 (will probably wear black t-strap heels, a black clutch, and the same diamond necklace/earrings set as the other one) http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/53c16e3f92e8d3c3b8930e33d0172ca0.jpg http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/ec2a2101545c9eb8165a9f779ec4af98.jpg http://fotos.fotoflexer.com/5696e60346767ac230bf84dc741b1aad.jpg (what jewelry would YOU wear with this dress?) so which outfit should i wear?

tips for silver prom dress ? i was wondering how i could do my makeup for prom with my long elegant silver dress, with an open back. haha how should i do my eye makeup? possibly smokey eyes with red lipstick? i never wear lipstick and i think itd be fun to wear it for one night. and how about my cheeks? bronzer or blush? & any suggestions on what color shoes to wear,and the kind of accessories would be helpful too thanks. btw, i have fair skin, not pale yet not tan. if that helps haha. thanks again<3

Guys... if you saw your ex-girlfriend at a bar 90lbs lighter? What would you do? Would you talk to her? say hi? avoid her? I was 200 pounds when we broke up... and now thanks to a low carb diet, I am 110 pounds. I know this bar that he goes to every thursday night, I thought I could show up there one day with a really handsome guy in an elegant dress. Do you think he'd talk to me? He prefers skinny girls to fat girls... And he likes girls who have nice figures.

I need some critiques on my "work."? Can you please rate my work that I am sharing using a 1-10 scale please? And name why you did or didn't like it. And also say what you like and didn't like about it. Don't be afraid to say its bad. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 The music blared with intense pounding throughout the club as I tried to make my way through the cluster of people. There were tons of half-drunk people grinding up against others they barely knew, but that obviously didn't stop them from anything. It kind of disgusted me in a way to see how desperate oneself could get when they were alone with nobody to care for. I pondered about how long this night was going to be; however, I was actually enjoying myself for once. "Hey gorgeous, why are you all by yourself?" the man glanced towards his friends and snickered. "Me? I'm trying to help idiots like you avoid embarrassing moments like this when I tell you no." His friends made a noise like when you hear someone get burned. It felt good to be able to walk away with confidence knowing that he made a fool of himself. Why do I always get attention from people who look like they are drunk all the time? I didn't let it bother me though, for the music made me feel more alive than ever. My eyes wandered around trying to find Claire, my sister, who loves to go to clubs, but I still couldn't find her. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder which had startled me. It was the man from before who I had said no to. My heart started to pound faster with every second while I tried to figure out why he came back. Was he stalking me, or was he actually that interested in me to not let me go? My voice was lost unable to speak a sound, for my body was too scared to stay in control. "What did I do to deserve being shot down?" the man gave me a serious look. "I'm sorry but I don't even know you. I mean I don't just give myself out to random strangers." "Why not give me a chance then?" "Maybe. I am bored and can't find my sister...so maybe I can stick with you until I find her." "I'm sorry about earlier. I was just trying to impress my friends." "Oh, its all right." That's when the music started blasting louder than it had before. I'm not sure why I said yes to the man, but he seemed sort of friendly. He didn't look as drunk up close with his hazel eyes and golden brown hair. The crowd of people seemed to close in on us; the man took my hand so that we wouldn't lose each other. "My name's Dallas." he said confidently. "Anna." Then there was utter silence as we tried to find my sister. Even though he didn't know what my sister looked like, I still wanted him to help me through this treacherous place. We glanced over at each other from time to time without words to speak. Then, out of the corner of my eye I thought I seen Claire; she wasn't there though. " I need to go to the bathroom, and no I'm not ditching you." I scurried over to the bathroom. " Okay I'll wait right here for you." I gave him a thoughtful look hoping that he took it as a stay-right-there look. I really did need to go though, but I also wanted some time to cogitate. I opened up the fourth stall, and as I did I saw the most worst, terrifying thing ever. There she was with blood dripping down her elegant dress. Claire. lmao she's suppose to be a bitch, thats her personality. And from the first person I totally agree that I made the relationship go too fast between them. C.J. you must be a guy. lol Thank you for the criticism though, I understand where you are coming from. Amb_writes- Wait what do you by it has to many mistakes? I'm just curious.

Need a title for a special event? We have had to change the venue and theme for our auction this year. The venue has changed to this elegant party room with a wine cellar below and a pool outside. It isn't someplace where you would dress up in costumes or anything like that. Very nice and elegant. A little background: We are a mothers of twins group and having it there would be more conducive to a "Date Night" with our hubbies. So I need to have a title for this date night auction. Or maybe with the words multiple or twice or something else like that. Any suggestions?

Can i wear a white dress to a wedding cocktail party???????? i have a wedding to go to next sat night, i have a gorgeous white review dress, strapless, just above the knee. It is elegant but just concerned about the colour. It is a cocktail party wedding the dress code is semi formal. Can you wear white to a wedding or is it just a no no????!!!!! thanks

Are these earrings pretty or elegant? Do you think these earrings are pretty enough to wear to a formal function with a pretty black dress? http://www.etsy.com/listing/49540159/london-nights-black-and-white-frosted

What does this mean? On purpose or simply unintentional move? And finally, what are your suggestions? When a woman wants a man's attention, there are several moves she can make, besides the friendly, polite, sort of interaction. Allow me to elaborate: I have been interacting,, showing my appreciation for her talent and briefly, saying hello, good evening, good night, etc.. to this girl for almost two months, on and off sort of interaction, at the hotel where I am staying. In the lobby of the hotel, she plays the piano. She dresses very elegant does not wear any make up so in my book she is genuine,, natural. She is working part time there during some evenings. I don't know what else she does during the day, perhaps a music teacher at some school, I am not sure. I go to the hotel lobby after dinner to relax and listen to her play the piano,,about two to three times a week. I clap slowly and not too loud to show her that I appreciate her talent. She is very good on the piano. Last night at end of her piano performance she showed me cleavage. I am not sure if was on purpose or accidental.

How much do you like this outfit for a party on Saturday night?? Opinions from anyone are okay! Love or hate? I've got the necklace and earrings already, and the pic is one of my clutches that I haven't used in awhile. Would this outfit be great?? Any suggestions?? BTW:::My daddy doesn't really care about prices or anything. :) Just a short dress that's casual, but is still dressy and is great for parties. http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod69360005&parentId=cat5890737&masterId=cat7190734&index=63&cmCat=cat000000cat000117cat17740733cat000059cat7190734cat5890737 These shoes are totally gorgeous with an elegant cut, but the subtle sequins give them a party vibe. http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod70310005&parentId=cat17850768&masterId=cat13030734&index=36&cmCat=cat000000cat000141cat13030734cat17850768 I like this necklace because it has a bit of an edge while still being pretty. And it's long, so it will break up the dress a little bit. http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod42890045&parentId=cat16860754&masterId=cat4870734&index=91&cmCat=cat000000cat2830732cat4870731cat4870734cat16860754 I love these earrings because they're simple, and won't take away from the rest of the outfit. http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod81530007&parentId=cat16860753&masterId=cat4870732&index=4&cmCat=cat000000cat2830732cat4870731cat4870732cat16860753 I was thinking a clutch like this one because it's just big enough for my iPhone, iPod (it's the new video iPod the host want's me to bring it with my party playlist), and some travel sized makeup to touch up every 2 hours. It also offers a pop of color contrasting with the blase black and white. http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod64290039&parentId=cat13030762&masterId=cat13030743&index=19&cmCat=cat000000cat000141cat13030735cat13030743cat13030762 It isn't super cold here, but the coat added protection from getting goosebumps from the wind, and since it's longer than the dress, it gives a feel of mystery of to what's underneath. http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod78460058&parentId=cat21370731&masterId=cat000122&index=26&cmCat=cat000000cat000001cat17740747cat000122cat21370731 Okay so I can rock the dress better. I tried it on the other day. I'm just as thin with bigger boobs to fill it out. Okay. for everyone who doesn't like the clutch because of teh color.... It's not that exact clutch. Mine is slightly different and a little brighter in a skankeskin. I forgot to add that, sorry! If I add a bunch of other stuff in color, it gets totally matchy-matchy and like what the heck?? If you know fashion you know thats like uuber bad. Oh. And AJ? The dresses you picked out practically scream cheap. It's not like I'm a middle class 12 year old seriously come on. And Grannys don't wear dresses that totally show off their freshly tanned, toned legs. Plus. Did you check the price comparisons?? Like I'm really going to actually wear some polyester and spandex mess. Ew.

Everyone cries and I have to help them? My dream last night, The beginning is kind of fuzzy. I think I'm in-love with this guy who has a wife or something and am sad because I realize he loves her more. Anyway, my mom talks me into going to this winter dance thing. It takes me awhile, but I finally get dressed and ready to go. My mom then drives me to the school and I'm nervous because I'm going alone and won't know anyone to boot. I get there and after a few moments, realize the dance is going to be at the stadium, a mile or so away (btw this is all dream logistics). My mom tells me just to walk it. So I do. Holding up my dress and walking a mile in the dark. Surprisingly, nothing happens to me. I'm almost there when the sun suddenly appears and the time changes to earlier in the day. Now it's late afternoon. I'm still dressed for the dance and heading to the stadium though. Though now I'm walking by a beach. Anyways, I'm getting close because I can hear the announcer. I then decide that the best way to go is up this orange ramp. I walk up it and when I get to the top, I realize it's a dead end. I start to turn around, but just then the ramp starts to sway violently. I hold onto the railing and as I'm doing so, this bizzare history of the highschool football coaches flashes before my eyes. About how we used to have this legacy family coaching (?) and then we ticked them off, so they all left and scattered to different teams. Now we've managed to get back into some of their decendants good graces and three of them are coaching for us today. Suddenly the swaying stops and I'm allowed to go back down the ramp. After doing so, I walk a little bit further and enter the stadium where a football game is going on. The dance will be held here later in the evening and I am the only person dressed for it. Everyone looks at me strangely. I see a girl walking around crying, I forgot what was wrong with her, but I remember comforting her. Afterwards, I see another girl crying, she's sitting on a bench staring at her laptop. I go over to her and she tells me that her friend died and the only letters she has left from her are on this laptop. I then manage to get the laptop to work. The girl thanks me. I then get up from the table and as I do, a cute guy (dream Logan) comes over to me. He offers to take me to his house until the dance starts. I agree and he drives us there. We then go to his room and play guitar hero and bond. I'm beginning to feel like I might like him when this other girl walks in. She kisses him and takes my place. I then leave and head to the dance alone. When I get there, I realize I've headed to the highschool and not the stadium, where the big party is, the only people at the school are my tennis team. The "dance" here is very formal, with elegant waiters, food, dresses, and chaperones (one of which is my mother, who I am very upset to see there). Overall, I'm upset with the "dance" and the people surrounding me. I see one of the guys who I know in rl (he's nice, but is dating this girl who I doesn't like me and mutual), for some reason he sets me off and I throw my drink on him (I meant to only throw half of it, but I threw the whole thing). Now he's soaked and everyone is angry with me. Barely miffed, I leave and head back for Logan's. When I get there he's crying, his girlfriend from earlier has dumped him. I hug and comfort him. What did it mean?

A big winter dance, everyone cries? My dream last night, The beginning is kind of fuzzy. I think I'm in-love with this guy who has a wife or something and am sad because I realize he loves her more. Anyway, my mom talks me into going to this winter dance thing. It takes me awhile, but I finally get dressed and ready to go. My mom then drives me to the school and I'm nervous because I'm going alone and won't know anyone to boot. I get there and after a few moments, realize the dance is going to be at the stadium, a mile or so away (btw this is all dream logistics). My mom tells me just to walk it. So I do. Holding up my dress and walking a mile in the dark. Surprisingly, nothing happens to me. I'm almost there when the sun suddenly appears and the time changes to earlier in the day. Now it's late afternoon. I'm still dressed for the dance and heading to the stadium though. Though now I'm walking by a beach. Anyways, I'm getting close because I can hear the announcer. I then decide that the best way to go is up this orange ramp. I walk up it and when I get to the top, I realize it's a dead end. I start to turn around, but just then the ramp starts to sway violently. I hold onto the railing and as I'm doing so, this bizzare history of the highschool football coaches flashes before my eyes. About how we used to have this legacy family coaching (?) and then we ticked them off, so they all left and scattered to different teams. Now we've managed to get back into some of their decendants good graces and three of them are coaching for us today. Suddenly the swaying stops and I'm allowed to go back down the ramp. After doing so, I walk a little bit further and enter the stadium where a football game is going on. The dance will be held here later in the evening and I am the only person dressed for it. Everyone looks at me strangely. I see a girl walking around crying, I forgot what was wrong with her, but I remember comforting her. Afterwards, I see another girl crying, she's sitting on a bench staring at her laptop. I go over to her and she tells me that her friend died and the only letters she has left from her are on this laptop. I then manage to get the laptop to work. The girl thanks me. I then get up from the table and as I do, a cute guy (dream Logan) comes over to me. He offers to take me to his house until the dance starts. I agree and he drives us there. We then go to his room and play guitar hero and bond. I'm beginning to feel like I might like him when this other girl walks in. She kisses him and takes my place. I then leave and head to the dance alone. When I get there, I realize I've headed to the highschool and not the stadium, where the big party is, the only people at the school are my tennis team. The "dance" here is very formal, with elegant waiters, food, dresses, and chaperones (one of which is my mother, who I am very upset to see there). Overall, I'm upset with the "dance" and the people surrounding me. I see one of the guys who I know in rl (he's nice, but is dating this girl who I doesn't like me and mutual), for some reason he sets me off and I throw my drink on him (I meant to only throw half of it, but I threw the whole thing). Now he's soaked and everyone is angry with me. Barely miffed, I leave and head back for Logan's. When I get there he's crying, his girlfriend from earlier has dumped him. I hug and comfort him. What did it mean?

Is the first chapter of my "book" worthy of anything, or is it just another pathetic teenage novel? I see so many teenage authors out there, and puke when I see their writing. Am I hypocritical? Does my work catch your attention, or better yet, is it good writing? Chapter One The Man on the Moon She strode along the forest floor with a grace and poise that contradicted her vibrant youth. Luminous bulbs floated amidst the towering oaks alongside her elegant frame, dappling the path with star-like speckles and casting an assuring glow towards the north. As she walked, slivers of full moonlight seeped stubbornly through the thick forest canopy and reflected upon the simple red dress she wore, adding to her already stunning beauty. On her face sat a beaded gold mask, perching elegantly on the bridge of her nose, and bringing an alluring sense about her that grew the more you observed. The closer she walked to the north, the more people started filtering through. Clothed in frock coats and corsets, double tailed suits, elegant multiple layered dresses, and the ever charming top hat, these men and women were congregating from all over the world for a multi-layered purpose. Their faces were all hidden behind masks of varying styles and colors. They were all whispering among themselves, not in fear, but in happiness. Today, June 12, 1778, was the day where a man had breached an entirely new level of technology. The young woman was around the age of 15, and had eerily pale skin, almost luminescent. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in ringlets of silky brown hair, and her eyes, barely discernable through the holes in the mask, were a warm, almond brown, almost similar to that of her hair. There was a certain edge to her that not only made her even more beautiful, you could see it in the assuredness of her stride and the glint of aspiration in her lustrous eyes. The men and women all approached the heart of the forest, where an incredibly peculiar device awaited them. It was made entirely of seemingly solid, glowing beams of light, that wrapped around each other in a hypnotic fashion, spiraling incandescently into the forest canopy above, lost in sight among the thick spring leaves. The light itself seemed to be weaning from the surrounding slivers of moonlight, because there was bitch darkness surrounding the vivid beams. Two by two, the men and women stepped tentatively into the spiral of sold light and started floating eloquently upward on a small podium of light the size of a carriage wheel, eventually disappearing into the night. The young woman waited patiently in line, and stepped upon the circle that would lead her into the masquerade party. A young man stood next to her, glancing nervously at her beautiful frame. He was disguised in a simple, white mask covering his entire face, giving off an almost eerie aura. “Do you know what they’re saying?” asked the man, glancing down at his shoes. When the girl didn’t reply he continued. “They say that he invented something that would revolutionize travel and warfare. They say that this is the pinnacle of engineering, that this will help us finally defeat them.” His voice, while sounding very adult, had a hint of child-like fascination to it. It irked the girl, like so many things did, but she ignored it and quickly replied. “Well what they, whoever they might be, are correct. My father is the man who invented the so called “pinnacle of engineering” she said bluntly, her eyes fixated not on the boy, but at the full moon, whose light had grown stronger within the past few seconds. As the young couple floated upward, the podium moved faster, and more confident, as if the moon itself were giving it power. “Your father is Richard Conley?” asked the young man in awe, voice wavering in fear and respect. “Yes.” The blunt, uninviting tone of the girl’s voice seemed to cut through the conversation like a serrated knife, and the young man said no more as the podium approached its destination, an enormous floating chasm of light, where masked men and women of all different sizes sat down on the seemingly floating chairs, tipping their glasses to Richard and his marvelous contribution to the turning point of the war. The young woman and man were one of the last few couples to step nervously onto the enormous plain of solid moonlight, and they immediately separated due to the awkwardness of their previous conversation, the man to the table of champagne, and the woman to the head of the gathering, next to an important looking man that must have been Richard Conley. As fewer and fewer people filtered through the mass of chairs and tables to find their appropriate seats, the silence grew with a foreboding speed. At last, the hundred or so people in the gathering, grew silent, leaving the natural sounds of the forest below them, all looking expectantly up at Richard, whom the young lady was sitting next to. Conley cleared his throat after a sip of champagne, stood up, and raised his glass to the midnight air. “To the light the moon gives us, the people willi Oh ya. I'm 14. Ya. You read right about the light pulling them into the sky. I thought a good idea would be, instead of writing about the future, tweaking up the past a bit, but still maintain the vintage feel. I thought people getting their power from the moon would be a good idea. I dont really have an idea where the plot is going, but I know that the murder of her father will make her a target for the people who killed him. I guess Ill just wing it from there. Sadly, to anyone who cares, the whole chapter wasnt allowed to be posted on (it was too long I guess). So sorry for the lack of something actually happening. Alot more happens in the chapter.

Is the first chapter of "my book" worth anything, or is it just another pathetic wannabe teenage novel? Hi. I'm 14. Like writing. Hope you enjoy. Chapter One The Man on the Moon She strode along the forest floor with a grace and poise that contradicted her vibrant youth. Luminous bulbs floated amidst the towering oaks alongside her elegant frame, dappling the path with star-like speckles and casting an assuring glow towards the north. As she walked, slivers of full moonlight seeped stubbornly through the thick forest canopy and reflected upon the simple red dress she wore, adding to her already stunning beauty. On her face sat a beaded gold mask, perching elegantly on the bridge of her nose, and bringing an alluring sense about her that grew the more you observed. The young woman was around the age of 15, and had eerily pale skin, almost luminescent. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in ringlets of silky brown hair, and her eyes, barely discernable through the holes in the mask, were a warm, almond brown, almost similar to that of her hair. There was a certain edge to her that not only made her even more beautiful, you could see it in the assuredness of her stride and the glint of aspiration in her lustrous eyes. The closer she walked to the north, the more people started filtering through. Clothed in frock coats and corsets, double tailed suits, elegant multiple layered dresses, and the ever charming top hat, these men and women were congregating from all over the world for a multi-layered purpose. Their faces were all hidden behind masks of varying styles and colors. They were all whispering among themselves, not in fear, but in happiness. Today, June 12, 1778, was the day where a man had breached an entirely new level of technology. The men and women all approached the heart of the forest, where an incredibly peculiar device awaited them. It was made entirely of seemingly solid, glowing beams of light, that wrapped around each other in a hypnotic fashion, spiraling incandescently into the forest canopy above, lost in sight among the thick spring leaves. The light itself seemed to be weaning from the surrounding slivers of moonlight, because there was bitch darkness surrounding the vivid beams. Two by two, the men and women stepped tentatively into the spiral of sold light and started floating eloquently upward on a small podium of light the size of a carriage wheel, eventually disappearing into the night. The young woman waited patiently in line, and stepped upon the circle that would lead her into the masquerade party. A young man stood next to her, glancing nervously at her beautiful frame. He was disguised in a simple, white mask covering his entire face, giving off an almost eerie aura. “Do you know what they’re saying?” asked the man, glancing down at his shoes. When the girl didn’t reply he continued. “They say that he invented something that would revolutionize travel and warfare. They say that this is the pinnacle of engineering, that this will help us finally defeat them.” His voice, while sounding very adult, had a hint of child-like fascination to it. It irked the girl, like so many things did, but she ignored it and quickly replied. “Well what they, whoever they might be, are correct. My father is the man who invented the so called “pinnacle of engineering” she said bluntly, her eyes fixated not on the boy, but at the full moon, whose light had grown stronger within the past few seconds. As the young couple floated upward, the podium moved faster, and more confident, as if the moon itself were giving it power. “Your father is Richard Conley?” asked the young man in awe, voice wavering in fear and respect. “Yes.” The blunt, uninviting tone of the girl’s voice seemed to cut through the conversation like a serrated knife, and the young man said no more as the podium approached its destination, an enormous floating chasm of light, where masked men and women of all different sizes sat down on the seemingly floating chairs, tipping their glasses to Richard and his marvelous contribution to the turning point of the war. The young woman and man were one of the last few couples to step nervously onto the enormous plain of solid moonlight, and they immediately separated due to the awkwardness of their previous conversation, the man to the table of champagne, and the woman to the head of the gathering, next to an important looking man that must have been Richard Conley. As fewer and fewer people filtered through the mass of chairs and tables to find their appropriate seats, the silence grew with a foreboding speed. At last, the hundred or so people in the gathering, grew silent, leaving the natural sounds of the forest below them, all looking expectantly up at Richard, whom the young lady was sitting next to. Conley cleared his throat after a sip of champagne, stood up, and raised his glass to the midnight air. “To the light the moon gives us, the people willing to sacrifice their lives for our well being, and for the new generation of technology that lies ahead. There wa

Which dress is more appropriate for the Marine Corps Ball? I've been scouring the net for a dress I want (we live in the middle of nowhere and Macy's- an hour away- only has short cocktail dresses for some reason) and I've narrowed my choices down to these two: http://www.onlineformals.com/product/NIGHT-5608/Night_Moves_5608_Prom_Dress.html http://www.promsgalore.com/servlet/Detail?no=2123 I'm 21, and 5'8. I never got to go to any dances in high school, and I like that the first choice is a bit poofy..I like the princess-look... but I like the second one because it seems very elegant. I don't want to seem like I'm trying to be too old, though...or like I'm at a high school dance. What do you think?

How can I show her that I like her? Would it be overwhelming? There is a girl, whom I have known for only a couple of years, and I know that is a fairly short time by some standards; long by others. Yet from the moment I first happened to glance in her direction, I have been and remain deeply smitten. It is amazing to me how a girl could be so appealing to the eye; she has long, lustrous brown hair, and big blue eyes, and fair skin (but not pale). Yet for a time, even though I was very shy of her for as long as I've known her, I was able to talk to her casually. I had mustered the audacity to walk toward her and talk to her - after a very hard time pressing myself into it. From there my interest in her had only been enriched, and flourished. Not only is she perhaps the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen and that I could not possibly have imagined anybody so lovely, but her true beauty renders the skin-deep appeal as wrappings on the true package. She's probably the single sweetest girl I've ever met; her caring and gentle nature cannot be reconsiled with even a slight degree of cruelty as other girls at times exhibit. She is among the most intelligent people I have ever met; she's a dedicated student in school (90's, pretty much the top of the class), fiercely honest (simply out of the fact that she wouldn't have anything to lie about), responsible and does not make very many decisions without careful consideration, and she's respectful and patient towards everybody - I have never seen her so much as stretch the boundaries of politeness. I simply can't believe how much she has to offer - it was girls like this that I would only fantasize about before. Whoever marries her is the luckiest man alive. Sadly now I feel to inadequate to even be her friend, so I've shied away as I was afraid I would. And if only it were me whom she would choose. I could swear right now that I would not be like other guys, treating her only as a prop for sex, then discarding her either blatantly or gradually. A promise I make is a promise not to break. I'd liken myself to a puppy: unabashedly loyal, ceaselessly caring, heartfeltly sentimental, a friend even when she has none others left. She could always expect roses whenever she'd feel down and lonely, to remind her that as long as I'm with her, there's no need for it. I'd lend my heart to her were hers to be broken, so she could have something inside of her still beating. As it is, every single night as I fall asleep, I wrap my arms around a soft pillow and dream of cuddling up to her, nuzzling her soft hair as it tickles my cheeks and neck. I write love poems with her in mind, and store them away in a secret place within my room, only to read them over in embarassment. I wish I could express my feelings to her without fear of discomforting her. To my dismay, my timid nature has all too often hindered my intentions on brightening her day. If only I could summon the courage for so much as a single compliment. Every time I see her with her hair done nicely or wearing a pretty dress or skirt, I blush and become docile. One day not so long ago, she came to school dressed in a beautiful black long sleeved dress, elegant black heels, and gold loop earring dangling from her earlobes. As much as I had desired to give friendly comments to her lovely black dress, I couldn't. I was swooned terribly - shock waves flowed through my whole body from head to toe, my legs were trembling, my face was a uniform red, and my heart pulse was both fast and slow. I wanted deeply to give her a gentle hug but for feelings of inadequacy I hadn't. My feelings for her have ultimately become a distraction for me, regardless of how pleasant it is to feel that way - it's eating me alive, I'm always questioning if she ever thinks about me, if she likes me at all, if she thinks I'm worth her time, if she cares at all about how I feel. I've come to the conclusion that the only way to rid myself of this is to express my feelings. I'm positive she is already aware of my infatuation through my body language so it won't be such a surprise were I to express it, but I don't want to be creepy. I'm thinking of giving her a love poem anonymously, and only giving her clues as to who I am - that's all I could come up with. Any better ideas?

Prom updo with flowers and braids for blond hair? I have long blond hair and am looking for that perfect elegant and sexy hairstyle for my senior prom on May 1. I will be wearing a long red dress and would love to have braids and maybe some small red flowers incorporated into my 'up' styled hair. Does anyone know of any styles like this? I want to be absolutely breathtaking and knock my prom date out on prom night! Please & Thanks! xx

LADIES ... I just got back from my 1st date ... Need an ANALYSIS!? I'd like to sum up my date tonight and hopefully you can tell me what you think: -I pick her up and I'm wearing jeans and a buttoned up long sleeve shirt and she's wearing a sexy/elegant black dress. Obviously she put some time into this ... does this make me look bad? Was what I was wearing appropriate? -After the date I take her to her house and before she gets out she gives me a hug and we start making out. -On my way home, I send her a text saying how much I enjoyed the night and all I get in response is ... thanks for dinner. What do you make of all this?

Do you actually do that? This is a very personal question. I hope you girls will not mind. When you wore clothing that show your cleavage, did you actually wear your bra? Sometimes, so of you can reveal so much in your gown that you don't seem to be wearing anything beneath your dress. The other day my company was having a dinner and dance. A woman colleague came and dance with me. She indeed looked very elegant that night. But with the gown she wore, it revealed so much! It did looked like she never wore her bra that night. And yes, I felt very embarrassed dancing with her that night. Do you dare to do that, I mean, not wearing a bra? Er............yuk! I am too embarrassed to choose the best answer. : (

Why are senior proms like this nowadays ? I never went to junior prom or homecoming but I find a lot of senior prom dressing codes slutty. Why are senior proms nowadays full of girls that dress slutty? I never been to prom or whatever but I know that girls dress pretty slutty and the music is usually now the most popular rap music. Why are senior proms full of rap music and girls in very short dresses? Didn't they used to be a prom full of elegant music and ballroom dresses? My prom is in about a year and my girlfriend wants to go with me but she wants to dress slutty but my problem is that I can't believe what prom has turned into. I always viewed prom as a night of elegance and beauty, a night where you can enjoy the beautiful night under the bright stars with the person whom you really want to spend it with. But now prom is just dirty dancing and short short dresses. How do you feel about prom nowadays?

Will our friendship vanish if I agree to make out with him? He is my childhood friend, that kind of friend that always watched out your back in high school, we shared all crazy/bad/good moments together. In my brother wedding, I wore nice elegant red dress and I asked him to drive me to the wedding, I found him looking at me with open mouth, I felt so embarrassing and shy for the first time in my life. We went to wedding party he never took of his eyes of me. After this night, incidents start flowing over. Few days later, I caught him once checking me out/ staring at me lips and my breasts, and when I called his name, he blushed and apologized. Another time, he held my hands and squeezed them and again apologized etc. Then I overheard him talking with his friend about this girl that he loved since childhood but he can’t jeopardizing the friendship over something that couldn’t work and he is really suffering that he sees her but he cant touch her. In my last birthday, he kissed my forehead, slipped down to my lips for sec but again he apologized. I realized that I have special feelings for him as he has for me but I am terrified that things might not work out on the relationship level and as result we will lose each other as best friends. (PS: I m 26 yrs old / he is 31 yrs old).

Do you like MY sonnet? I had to write a sonnet for english 2 class pre IB. we had to have 14 lines, a rhyme scheme of ABABCDCDEFEFGG its called shakespearean sonnets. it also had to have a poetic turn in the 13th line. each line had to have 10 syllables in the iambic pentameter( unstressed/ stressed) rythem... here it is.... 1. There she was in her elegant white dress 2. Sitting in a meadow of pink daisies 3. She tried to do it but could not confess 4. Her eyes big and blue like that of a sea 5. Her skin is the most fair in all the land 6. She sings like and angel way far above 7. Taller than an oak tree when up she stands 8. Quiet and timid like a pure white dove 9.Hears a stick break and turns her head with strife 10 There he appeared the first love of her life 11. She smiles and embraces him with might 12. She cries to him and end the long hard fight. 13. All of a sudden she pulls out a knife 14. She stabbed his back and threw him in the night

Can you find any errors in this? Both the life of a cowboy and the life of a highwayman are interesting. The life of a highwayman is very dashing but it is also very dangerous. The life of a cowboy requires a lot of patience but was less dangerous. Both of the lives are important and interesting careers. People call the life of a highwayman stunning and they call highwayman elegant. Highwaymen would ride along public highways and steal from civilians riding or walking on the trail. Highwaymen usually went out at night they dressed in all black so it was kind of like a camouflage so civilians and people of authority like the British wouldn’t see them. Highwaymen rode on horses and carried a sword and a gun. The typical highwayman would wear black clothes, shiny boots, a French hat, and would always carry a shiny black gun and a nice sharpened sword with them. Cowboys are disciplined and intelligent individuals. A cowboy’s job is to assemble and to direct cattle. A cowboy is almost always on horseback while on duty. People didn’t consider cowboys heroic but they had very important jobs that had to be done. Cowboys were commonly hired to tend to cattle and bring them to a desired place, to pass the time and to sooth the cattle some cowboys sang. The life of a highwayman would be a better choice for someone like me. As a highwayman I wouldn’t have to work as hard as a cowboy, life would be easier for me. I would be able to do almost anything I wanted to, but I would constantly have to be on the move because the British or an official would try to stop crime. The life of a highwayman is very adventurous and that sounds like the better life, until of course the highwayman gets caught. In conclusion, both the lives of a cowboy and of a highwayman are interesting and fun lives. The life of a highwayman is a dashing but dangerous life style. The life of a cowboy is a very demanding one so you have to be a hard worker and an intelligent individual. The life I would want would be the life of a highwayman because it is more exciting and more adventurous.

masquerade wedding? I want to have a masquerade theme wedding reception. Its in october. We will have really elegant centerpieces. My dress is red and white. We will provide the masks for the guests. The ceremony is in a historic greenhouse, then a funky, fun masquerade reception later in the evening. Everything will be very elegant...NO SEQUINS! Does this sound like something that would be fun or does it sound corny? I want people to have fun. Im ordering LOTS of masks on sticks so people dont have to strap this thing to thier face all night! The masks are all very elegant too. Would you go to something like this?

What do you think of this bridesmaids dress and where can I find it? The colours for my wedding are soft pink and green like http://www.richeflowers.com/images/tulip%20bridal%20bouquet.jpg or http://www.flowers.org.uk/images/flowers/ranunculus_big.jpg even a little paler than those. If my wedding had a theme I suppose it would be garden party, it would be held outside in a garden in summer (hopefully warm summer night). I had originally chosen another dress for my maids, but I think this one is quite elegant even though the colours are stronger than I had wanted. This is the dress http://www.sherrihill.com/dresses/Sherri_Hill_s02071.htm and the one on the right http://www.sherrihill.com/dresses/Sherri_hill_6.htm do you think they will they look ok even though they are bright? Also do you know where I might be able to buy them at a discount? I live in australia so it would have to be off a website (there are no stockists here) I can only find them for $560 which is too much. I have looked on ebay and they are not there so please don't suggest it.

Am I scared of sex or is this jsut some kind of phase? I have been married for two months now. I just love my husband. Anyway it was late at night and my husband (Mark), and I had just came from a night of dancing and dinner. I wore this elegant flowing black dress. With my diamond necklace. I am not sure if that necklace made my breasts more noticable but Mark was looking pretty hard at them. Then he just came over and hugged me by the waist and started to kiss me on my neck. I thought that it was quite romantic the way he held me in his arms. Then he began to whisper in my ear and began to move his hands all along my waistline to my stomache and to my thighs. Then we began to kiss and "make-out". That led to going upstaires to the bed room. Making out and touching here and there is great but then he started to get more comfy. Unhooking his belt and then unzipping his pants. Thats when I paid attention. I actually got nervouse. So I just got up and ran to the bathroom. Am I scared of sex or is this just a phase? I need major advice. By the way I am 25 and Mark is 26. I just want to know whats going on here! I would like to make love with my husband, but at that point in time it just felt akward. Advice PLEASE!

How does this sound to you? Okay this was origionally some homework i did for English class, but it kinda morphed into a mini project when the teacher basicly licked my shoes (metaphoricaly speaking) and grovelled at my brilliance today in class. Its about the Titanic, sorry if its kinda long: We had boarded the great ship, the ‘Titanic’ at around eight of the clock in the evening on Wednesday the tenth of April. The sun almost completely dipped beneath the watery horizon, a warped oval in the sea that glistened like a ruby looking-glass. Mother urged me to hold onto my hat, insistent that if I let go for even a minute, the Atlantic air would blow it right off my head and into the sea! I gripped the edges of the little boat in my gloved hands. What a fine feeling it was, to be back on the sea at last! Many a woman never crosses it, or even looks upon its majestic beauty. It is a great velvet curtain that ripples in the wind and laps on the sandy shores of our beautiful French coast, maybe having travelled from a far away, exciting land where the sun shines bright, happy as it does on our homeland. Tiny waves caressed the sides of the boat, washing it with such harmless care. “Blanche, careful you do not fall in now,” he warned in his rich, dark voice. He only put half his heart into it, while he stared into Mother’s eyes. Her head was outlined against the sunset, a bloody halo in a gruesome portrait where the only angel was Mother’s perfect face. Her blonde ringlets twisted like tiny bleached vines next to her pale face, lips like roses above her dainty chin and pretty nose, dusted with a few warm freckles. Her eyes were almost a whole new part of her face, they were so gorgeous. Deep pools of emeralds rose up above her cheekbones and rested under curving eyelashes, flecks of gold rimming coal-black centre. Apparently I look much like Mother, though I see little resemblance myself. Before us, the ship loomed up above. Lights blared like tiny beacons through the perfectly circular portholes, and four massive chimneys belched smoke into the sunset. I did not gasp, like so many others did, it was merely another passenger liner to take us all to New York. What should be so special about this one? I had been told it was the biggest ship constructed by human hands. A strange image appeared in my mind of tiny men, flies in comparison to the huge bulk of the ‘Titanic’, darting between the bow and the stern, streaks of colour in their wake. Its ungainly, hulking form almost spoiled the beautiful ocean around it. Our little boat was hauled up from the sea on huge ropes, thick as snakes. Dusk had set in, and we were the first boat to come up. It must have been quite a hassle to fetch the others from the water. Mother, Father and I stood in a small huddle near the wooden deckchairs. A uniformed steward came over to show us to our rooms. “This way, please sir,” he said in a crisp English accent, and beckoned for us to follow. “Your luggage should have already arrived in your rooms.” Inside, the smell of paint was acrid. Cigarette smoke tinted the air with a tangy dullness. Salt stung my unaccustomed nose. We were lead down a crisp white passageway, moderately unimpressive, to a lower deck. On the way, I was informed that I would stay in a separate room to my parents, but with a door leading to their room should anything unfortunate happen. I realized we must be in a staff corridor, a quicker route to the rooms. The steward pushed open a door and held it for us. Before us lay the Grand Staircase. Its polished wood was a sheet of glass that could not be seen through, and its great glass dome was like a bubble streaked with gold, stars shining through the inky night sky. Intricate carvings separated the glistening banisters from the stairs, carved cherubs waited in welcoming stillness at the foot of the stairway. We walked through a rabbit’s warren of polished passages, past delicate doors and over resplendent rugs. It was much like our house in France. At last, we came to our room doors. Our baggage was already sitting neatly in the corner, unpacked by the hired maids and hung up in the wardrobes. * The next evening, Father deemed it appropriate that we should dine with the other First Class passengers. I wore an elegant dress of blue silk, the precise shade of the night sky on the tenth of April. The sleeves came to just below my elbows, and Mother insisted I wear gloves, a tiny pair of lacy little things that snagged on my nails. A maid pinned my hair up, it being as brown and as thick as a chestnut, and pinned my hat on over the top. It was truly an amazing hat, deep blue with an indigo feather fastened to the brim. Father wore his best suit, and Mother her favourite dress. We made our way to the Café Parisien. The walls were latticed wood painted in snowy white, all around the room tables and chairs lurked like waiting predators. Windows displayed the outside ocean like fine art. The plates

What do you think of this fairy tale? Once upon a time, there lived a young maiden named Elle. Elle had no parents, for as long as she could remember, she had been living with the baker, Rick, who said that she had been left on his doorstep as a baby with no note. He had kindly taken her in and let her work for him, to earn her stay. Although the baker was very kind to Elle, he was the only one. The townspeople were awful to Elle, the other maidens were jealous of her beauty, and mothers wanted their daughters to be the most beautiful, and therefore tried as hard as they could to hurt Elle, hoping the sadness would make her beauty disappear. But it did not. Elle was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom; she was short and slim, with fair skin and long golden hair. All of her features were very delicate and she seemed almost fragile. Elle was working in the bakery, as always, when a young man walked in. He was dressed in a dirty beige tunic and trousers. His yellow hair was tousled, and he had a smudge of dirt on his left cheek. “Hello, how are you?” The young man grinned, showing a set of perfect white teeth and one dimple on his left cheek. Elle was shocked and didn’t react at first. No one had been so polite as to ask her how she was before! No one cared about Elle, the poor little baker’s girl with no parents. Elle smiled back shyly. “I am fine, thanks for asking. May I help you with anything today?” The room which had seemed so cozy and warm before suddenly felt very hot. Elle felt embarrassed of her ripped brown dress and smeared apron, as she never had before. “Three loaves of sourdough and two wheat baguettes please.” He then dropped a generous amount of shimmering gold coins on the counter. Elle gasped. Rarely did anyone pay in gold coins, and so many of them! She quickly turned and pulled three hot loaves out of the large oven, and dropped them into a brown bag with two wheat baguettes. Setting them on the counter in front of the man, she handed him back all but two of the gold coins, but he gently pushed her hand away. ”No, no. Keep them. Don’t worry about.” He stated calmly, like it was no big deal to be throwing around gold coins like they were metal pieces! “But…But…” Elle stuttered in protest, but the man just chuckled. “I’m Charles by the way. I hope to see you around, maybe we will meet again. And thank you so much for the bread” “Yes, I am Elle.” she could feel her face growing hot and worried that her face was giving away what she was thinking. “That would be great, I hope to see you soon.” She replied sincerely. He grinned at her again before he walked through the door and her heart almost melted. She sang to herself softly, thinking of ways to accidentally bump into him again. She was so caught up in her daydreaming that she did not even hear Helga and her hideous daughter Ravenna walk in. “Elle!!!” Helga shrieked, “Get to work girl. I want 50 cupcakes for Ravenna, her birthday celebration is tomorrow and everything has to be absolutely perfect! The frosting must be pink with purple flowers on top.” “Mother!! I said I wanted blue flowers!! If I don’t get them my birthday will be ruined and it will be all Elle’s fault!!!!!” cried Ravenna, her ugly face scrunching up to resemble a monkey. “You heard her Elle, get to work or I will tell Tom that you refused to serve us and took our money!!” Elle sighed, but got to work dying the white frosting pink, and forming perfect blue flowers on top. “Did you know that the entire town is coming to the celebration?! Even the prince!! Did you know that the King is forcing the prince to find a bride before his seventeenth birthday next month! The prince ran away last night, he does not want to marry yet, but he will have to any way. It is the King’s orders. And what perfect timing! The prince will meet Ravenna tomorrow at the celebration and realize that she is the girl of his dreams and Ravenna will soon become Queen! Elle, maybe you will get to meet the prince tomorrow also! Wait, but you aren’t invited so you can’t!” Helga laughed loudly and Ravenna joined in. Elle did not care about the prince; she had no plans to become royalty anytime soon. She was hoping that Charles might be there, and she could see him again. If only she could get in to the party. Shoving the cupcakes onto Helga’s lap and grabbing the mere five metal pieces left for her on the counter, she ran upstairs before Ravenna could start complaining and make her redo them all. Elle slowly lifted the lid to the huge cedar chest that had been Tom’s mothers. Inside was the most elegant dress, deep burgundy with a cream colored petticoat and a pearl encrusted hairpiece to match. All she had to do was get the dress back in time before Tom knew it was gone. Tom was in Elrya, a town only a few miles from this one, visiting his sister. He would be arriving home tomorrow at midnight. It would be easy.    The next day, Elle slipped on the dres , which slid smoothly and easily over her fair skin, and complimented her fragile features perfectly. After slipping on the cream colored slippers and pearl hairpiece, Elle was almost unrecognizable. She had washed her hair and skin until her hair shined and her cheeks were rosy. Her hair was pulled back into a simple, but elegant knot, fastened with the one of a kind hairpiece. Now all she had to do was get into the party. After the quick three minute walk to the manor, she held her breath, and walked up to the huge brass gates, and gently pushed them open. She was late, so no one was there to check to see if she was on the guest list. In front of the huge house, there were probably fifty tables, all pink, of course. The courtyard was completely over decorated. There was so much pink, it was overwhelming. Hundreds of people swarmed around the tables, eating and conversing in small talk. Elle didn’t want to be seen by Helga or Ravenna, whom she saw, were both flirting viva vivaciously with what looked like the Prince. He wasn’t facing Elle, but she could tell. He was tall, wearing a dark charcoal colored suit, which made his bright blonde hair stand out. From the way it looked, he was bored, as he made no attempt to talk and was slumping over in his chair. Elle almost laughed, the poor prince. Ravenna’s dress was hideous, it was all bright pink and very round, which made her look all the more like a pumpkin. Elle quickly scanned the area, looking for Charles, but had no luck. She walked over to the garden to wait. There wasn’t so much pink in this area, and it felt nice. Elle sat down on a bench and began to sing to herself, daydreaming once again about Charles, when someone sat down next to her. “Oh! I’m sorry! I did not realize anyone was over her. I just managed to get away from Ravenna, I mean…well…I don’t want to spend the entire night with her, after all, I do have to find a bride, and Ravenna is…well…just well…awful.” Elle looked up, , she recognized that musical voice. “Charles!?” Cried Elle before scolding herself for sounding so eager. “Elle! Wow, Elle!! I didn’t recognize you! You’re absolutely stunning!” Elle blushed, then almost gasped in utter surprise. Charles was wearing a dark charcoal colored suit! “Charles, are you…I mean, you can’t be….well, I didn’t know…”she finished short, staring at his confused face in amazement. “Are you the prince?” She finished. Now it was his turn to blush. ”Well, yes, I suppose I am…” he mumbled, as if ashamed. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Why did you come to the bakery in regular clothing! You were so dirty and Helga said…” all of the pieces started to come together, “So you did run away, dressed as a town person!” “Yes, I did. I didn’t tell you that I was a prince because I did not want you to judge me before you met me, and I am sorry, because now I realize that you wouldn’t have. Its just that everyone does, and they treat me like I’m an angel or something crazy and I am just a normal person, all I want is to live in peace, happily every after. I want a happy ending, I want true love, I want what every normal person wants. I am normal, well, except for the fact that I will one day be king, but even then, I want my life to be as close to normal as possible. My dad doesn’t understand that. Did you know that I have to marry by my birthday in two weeks!” Charles finished, slightly out of breath. “Yes, I have heard that. I could not agree with you more.” Elle replied “Charles, do you believe in love at first sight?” Elle asked so softly that it was barely audible. “Well, I didn’t used to. I didn’t even believe in love. Until I met you. I couldn’t believe how you stayed so happy and beautiful although you are treated to horribly” he replied, smiling slightly at the memory “Elle, you make me so happy. I love being around you. ” he took her hand in his, maybe we could do this again some time…you know, just talk. I never have anyone to tal talk to. “Yes, yes of course!” replied Elle eagerly. “PRINCE CHARLES!!! CHARLES DEAR!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!” shrieked Ravenna, hobbling past the garden in her insanely round dress. “IT’S ALMOST TWELVE AND YOU HAVEN’T PROPOSED TO ME YET!” Elle was overcome with a fit of giggles and Charles chuckled. “Oh my!!! Did she say it is almost twelve?!” Elle’s giggling stopped abruptly,” I must go, but visit me tomorrow, I look forward to seeing you.” “Wait” Charles cried, standing immediately. He gently grabbed her shoulders, and kissed her lightly on the lips, before letting her go, leaving her standing still blushing furiously. “I believe you said that you must go.” Charles reminded her, chuckling. “Yes.” Replied Elle, embarrassed but joyful. “Goodbye Charles.” “Goodbye Elle. and I am just a normal person, all I want is to live in peace, happily every after. I want a happy ending, I want true love, I want what every normal person wants. I am normal, well, except for the fact that I will one day be king, but even then, I want my life to be as close to normal as possible. My dad doesn’t understand that. Did you know that I have to marry by my birthday in two weeks!” Charles finished, slightly out of breath. “Yes, I have heard that. I could not agree with you more.” Elle replied “Charles, do you believe in love at first sight?” Elle asked so softly that it was barely audible. “Well, I didn’t used to. I didn’t even believe in love. Until I met you. I couldn’t believe how you stayed so happy and beautiful although you are treated to horribly” he replied, smiling slightly at the memory “Elle, you make me so happy. I love being around you. ” he took her hand in his, maybe we could do this again some time…you know, just talk. ignore that last repeated section...sorry about that...haha

How is it? am only 13 yrs old and this is the first chapter of my book. It’s a beautiful morning. The sun was peeking from the horizon. The spring air was fresh, and the grass was damp from the morning dew. The earth slowly awakened from the peaceful night before. Jake Clemons was always up in time to watch the sunrise. He’s up before the rooster crows. He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He had to be quiet as he put on his red shirt ad blue jeans. He tiptoed down the hallway, and he passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister. After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn. He felt the dampness of the grass seep into his shoes. He then ran through the dry hay and to the silver ladder leading up to the loft. Jake climbed up the ladder and then he crawled towards the loft window and opened it. He sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise. Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time. “****-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster. This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off. His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off. “Hey!” Jaime whined. “Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping. “Fine,” she scoffed. As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on. “There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.” It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan, and he looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.” “Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that. “Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV. His parents left for work about eight and they usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the grocery store as the manager and his dad worked at the local bank. There was nothing to do at the house, so Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind, but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games. “Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly. “Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry. They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home, so now he could go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day. Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle. The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also. His brown hair was waving in the wind. As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county. He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside. He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on. “Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed. “Young man?” she said. He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. The man was tall, and he looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle. “Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone. “I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row. Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen.She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce. Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke. “God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air. “Anything?” Jake whispered to himself. Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God. Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. He jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise. “Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak. “Yes, dad,” he said panting. “Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father. “I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes. “A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised. “Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently. “My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.” Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God. “Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs. He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand. “Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room. “Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table. Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room. Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor. Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls. “Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder. “Okay,” she replied. They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other, and his mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times. Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes. Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated. “So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked. “Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out. Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say. “Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table. “Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school. Last year, his best friend, Chase, moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year. A fantastic dinner was made complete by a dessert of homemade ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards. He cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room. His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them. Jaime was quite the artist. He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk, then he got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed. Email me at aceedsall@yahoo.com if you want more of the story.

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