There were five dresses in total. The first one I unfolded was a blue satin knee length dress. The next was a girly floral dress, a definite no no. The third was an off shoulder black little dress that's too short for my comfort. What am I, going to a party? The forth was a virgin white half-sleeve dress that's made in cotton, it was cute. But I think I'll stick with the last one, all four of these won't look good with my skater shoes. The last one was a blue spaghetti strap denim dress that's above the knee, short but looks comfortable.

After I showered and dried my hair. I combed it and let it loose wild. It has now reached pass my bra, which I think is longer than my usual look. I need to cut it soon.

The underwear Divina gave me, was pretty daring. It's a black strapless push up bra, paired with a lacy panty that would give too much for the imagination. I shook my head while looking at the mirror. It feels like I'm ready for a honeymoon. I put on the dress and it fits surprisingly well.

My makeup was long gone after the shower, so I'm all natural today. I stepped out of my room just in time to see Will in the hallway who's yawning heavily. He's still on his pajamas and bed hair. He hasn't seen me yet, so I crept to his back and...

"Good morning Glitter." I greeted him loudly.

"Holy shit." He cursed and turned around. "Princess! You're up early."

"Well, so do you." I grinned, feeling hyper by the cold morning shower.

"I'm guessing you had a good night sleep." He said while rubbing his eyes. "Damn. I can't see."

"What?"

"My glasses. I left it in my room. Wait a sec." He walks back to his room, hands on the wall for support.

He wears glasses? Maybe he wears contact lenses in school, that's why I haven't thought of him wearing one.

Will then came out wearing his glasses, it's smaller than Tristan's, but it surely does make a difference to someone's face. He smiled, while looking at me head to toe.

"Wow." He said. "Are you always like this in the morning?"

"No. I usually look like Shrek." I paused and gestured to my dress. "This is Divina's doing."

"Figures. I remember when we were kids, she'll force Tristan and I to wear a dress she'd make. It was a nightmare." I laughed at the thought. I would give anything to see Tristan in a dress.

We walked towards the kitchen and saw Tristan busy cooking. "Oh. He really does have the making to be a perfect housewife." Will laughed, but that earned me a glare from Tristan the housewife.

"I heard that hobbit." He said while whisking a batter on a bowl.

"Oops. It was on purpose." I said as I sat at the counter, facing him.

"If you didn't look nice. I would have showered this on you." He meant the batter, but he obviously wouldn't waste his creation just to be poured on me.

He then heated a pan and placed a gallop of batter, forming a circle. It looks like pancakes, smells like one too.

"You're making pancakes?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He replied with his usual duh tone.

"Put this on mine chef." Will said to Tristan as he handed him a bag of chocolate chips. Tristan sighed but did what he was asked. He piled the chocolate chip pancakes in a different plate and the plain ones on another. I grabbed the plates.

"I'll take this to the table." He nodded, then he grabbed maple syrup and butter from the refrigerator and placed it on the counter. "This too. Please."

"Yes Chef." I saluted him before I took the syrup and butter.

I also set up individual plates for each of us, with fork and butter knife. Will was just sitting the whole time while Tristan and I prepared the table. I handed Will a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

"Newspaper?" By the look on his face, he didn't expect me to give him one.

"In the movies, the father of the house reads a newspaper, while me the child and..." I paused and pointed at Tristan "...the mother sets the table." He laughed, and I didn't realize Tristan was already standing right next to me. He grabbed the newspaper on Will's hand, rolled it, and used it to hit my head.

"What was that for?" I pouted while rubbing the affected area.

"You're being a naughty kid. Now sit down and eat your food." I laughed. It's fun that Tristan easily goes along with my jokes. He never fails to surprise me.

We ate, talk and laughed. When suddenly out of clumsiness, I cut my hand with the knife, and it bled. This happened when I was about to put strawberry jam on my pancake, but I held it in my hand instead on the plate. The pancake fell and I tried to grab it using my left hand, but then I forgot that my right hand was holding the knife and had a clear shot on my palm. Drops of blood spilled on the table, and my stomach started to churn.

"Shit." My world stopped, as my heart beat faster than it should be. I have this severe phobia of blood. It was because of an incident in the past, where my sister was attacked by our neighbor's dog in the face, the left part of her face was bleeding heavily. I was shocked and paralyzed, I didn't know what to do, and I was barely five years old when that happened.

Till now, even a single drop of blood will take me to that scene. Yes, I was traumatized. So I automatically froze, literally, seeing my own blood. Then my sight has slowly turned hazy.

Will suddenly shot up from his seat and run outside the condo. Tristan has this stern hard look, and ripped off the sleeves of his shirt, he then put it on my bleeding hand. I looked at him, he's blurry but I can sense that he's not breathing.

I breathed heavily, and tried to erase the image of blood in my head.

"It's okay, you can let go now." I said, but he didn't answer back. I touched his hand that he was pressing hard on my skin. "Tristan." He seemed more frozen than I am. His eyes was so focused on my bleeding hand, he looks scary, and his impression is equivalent to a hungry animal.

His hold tightened, and it started to hurt, I can feel the blood rushing out of my wound. "Tristan. Let go." My voice is now a volume higher than usual.

The look on his face grew darker, his eyes almost not blinking, and his jaw were clenched tight. Blood has again spilled on the table. This time he looked at me, a look I can't describe but I know it's not the usual Tristan.

I'm scared.

His eyes darted to my neck. His hold tightened even more, as he grew closer to me. His face was now an inch away to my neck. I can feel his breathing, like his inhaling my scent, then he opened his mouth.

I don't know what happened next, but instinct kicked in and I pushed him hard, he stumbled on the floor... and I ran.

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This is probably the shortest chapter I've written so far, but it's actually the breaking point of the story. I'm getting excited on where this is going. I've been writing one chapter a day, but because of our internet that's rarely available, I can't upload regularly.

Also, special shout-out to for all the votes ^_^