Emily POV
"We're not going to make it Lana, I'd need to get dressed up and get a dress" I point to the TV to show him that everything was almost ready for the evening but with a smile, he denies it again, one full of hope.
"If you decide to go Michael has everything arranged for you at Amelia's house, that's where they kept the beautiful dress they designed for you, it looks like something out of a fairy tale my friend. And for the makeup, there will already be someone to get you ready for a rich party, that's no problem."
"Did they design you a dress?" Darla questions full of illusion and Lana nods. I hear her sigh raptly and again, she grabs me by the arm. Now there were two of them with their hands all over me: "You're living a dream and you dare to say no. What's in your head? Straw?"
"You don't understand anything."
