I am more the type of girl that goes to rock concerts and biker bars. I have always felt more comfortable in a black tank top and split jeans. I could...never have seen myself in a gown with earrings; the thought of it was foreign. My father had asked every woman that he knew before he finally came to ask me, that night, while we were sitting at the dinner table."Cara?" he paused. "Yeah, dad?" I looked up at him from my plate of homemade lasagne. "You know I've got that thing coming up, and mum. He was not very good at following doctor's orders and had a second one about a year later and this time it was fatal. He left half his money to my mum, and a quarter to me and the rest in a trust for Petunia's education".At that point he took a left turn into a side street which had houses on one side and a school on the other and this cut his conversation short."There she is," he said with a sigh of relief and sure enough there stood a young eight or nine year old girl. She was slim and quite. Mitzi was short, slightly chubby, with curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and plenty of curves. Every dress shop had at least one dress that fit Courtney perfectly, but nothing that even looked remotely good on Mitzi. Either the fit was wrong, the color was hideous, or the store had nothing in her size."You mean you haven't found one yet," said Courtney, in a reassuring voice."Easy for you to say, you've got several beautiful dresses on hold at all the other stores we've been in."Courtney put a. The road to our house was long, and any car coming from town had to turn off the main road almost half a mile away. I sat outside on the porch talking with Shelly until I saw the lights from dad’s truck on the main road. I felt somewhat scared for some reason, and I don’t know why. I leaned over and gave Shelly a shy kiss on the cheek. She smelled so good and clean. I bolted for the garage, and made my way into the attic above. I had just reached my spot, and was settling in when I.