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8pm...The Parisian, Breeze. What he was saying kept running through my head as I tried to find something dressy but not over the top. It was in the back of my closet. The blue dress, it was a dark blue, little blue flowers, enough to notice but not enough to drown me, mid length, a little frilly at the bottom, it was perfect. I took a shower, must have been in there for an hour just trying to calm my nerves. I got out, put on the dress, and began to wonder what on earth I should do with my hair...Mom would know. Po would know too...I called her the second time that day. I asked her Po- the Parisian, the blue dress, what about my hair? We decided on a partial up-do, and then I looked over at the box on my television, and decided down was definately what I wanted to do. I pulled out my curling iron, and grandma's pearl necklace. It still wasnt anywhere near 8pm.