Chelsea's point of view: No! No! No! I jumped to my bed and buried my face on my pillow. "CHELSEA!" my mother called out as she opened the door, "What's with this mess?!" "I can't find the right dress." I complained as I faced my mom. My mom smirked. "Is it for a date?" I looked at her and blushed. My mother smiled. "Why won't you go for a "flirty" look?" my mom suggested as she pulled out some clothes from the closet. "Flirty look?" I repeated as my mom helped me dress up. I looked at the mirror. I was wearing a floral blouse with a plunging neckline and a short skirt. "Too Regina." I muttered as I took it off. "Who's Regina?" my mom asked as she helped me wear the next clothes. "Someone I know." I sighed. I looked at the mirror and stared at my next outfit. I was wearing a fluffy dress with ruffles at the end. "Too girly." I complained as I took it off again. My mom sighed. Suddenly, her face brightened up. "What about the 'romantic' look?" "Romantic look?" I repeated as my mother brought out something from the closet. "It's perfect." I gasped as she showed the next outfit to me. The next day. Damn. I'm totally late. "I'm so sorry. I'm so late." I gasped. Rick turned around and his eyes quickly widened. "Your clothes..." Rick trailed off as he looked at me from head to toe. "Is it weird?" I asked. I was wearing a stylish dress. It was quite short. It was really a 'romantic' look. Rick blushed. "You look... ABSOLUTELY stunning." I blushed. "Th-thanks. You too." Rick touched my cheeks gently. "You applied make-up again?" I nodded. "I can't stop my mom." Rick sighed. "Seriously, Chelsea... ... do you want me to pluck out every eye of all the men we meet?" I giggled and decided to tease him a bit. "Don't worry, Rick. These... ... are all for you." Rick's reaction was EPIC.