ELENA'S POV;

"Ah, sure." I smiled a little.

"Okay, I'll go get dressed." He said and then he left the kitchen.

I gazed down at my clothes to see they weren't bad. But I still felt the need to change, so I headed to my room, and brought out a faded blue gown. Fitted at the top, but loose at the bottom. It was simple, and then I packed my orange hair into a messy bun, allowing some strands to reach the nape of my neck. I slipped my feet into a pair of black flats. No make-up, I didn't think I needed it.

Jason was already waiting in the...