"Snow, help me!" Emma called me in the morning, as it was Saturday and we are off from work.

"What is it?" Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I yawned. I really hate people calling me by the morning.

"I have...a DATE!" she yelled through the phone. I sat up straight, hitting my head on the headboard but that's not what I was worried about.

"A what?" I asked, "Can you repeat that again?"

"A date, Snow! And I'm having problems! Come over here ASAP! I need you! I don't know what to dress and what makeup and-"

"Whoa there, Emma. Do you think I'm the best person to ask for that?...