It is sometime around October . I begin dressing up at 5 o'clock . Putting on that perfect red gown (sweetheart neckline , corset's a must , billowing huge skirt ) , a pearl necklace , hair open , flowing in waves , cluchted at the back by a silver daisy pin , a silver cover lazily slung around my shoulders .
The bell rings . Someone opens the door . I hear voices . You walk inside , greeting my mother . I finally put on my shoes . Someone knocks on the door . I get up , check myself in the mirror . Ready ....