Vanessa follows them on their date

Lauren steadied herself as she checked herself over. Ugh, she looked ridiculous! The hideous pink and white dress she was wearing made her look like a complete dork! Fortunately, it did manage to hide her Barney-print underwear and kept the teddy bear in place against her flat chest to give the appearance of a pair of DDs. This was humiliating! But what could she do now?

With a blush, Lauren smiled sheepishly as she opened the door, revealing Kyle on the other side.

"Lauren, hey. I-" Kyle began, only to look at what his date was wearing in surprise, "Yai-yai. What are you wearing?"

"O-oh, this?" Lauren stammered, her cheeks going red as she tried to think of an excuse. "See, it's kinda embarrassing, but today is laundry day. And the only thing I had left was this dress that my Great Aunt Ruth gave me."

"Why would she give you a dress like this?" Kyle asked, quizzically raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, you know elder family members," Lauren continued, chuckling as she rubbed the back of her neck, "they like to think that we're all still four-years-old."

Kyle stared at Lauren for a few seconds, the little woman praying that he bought the lie. Surprisingly, Kyle merely shrugged as he lead Lauren out to his car.

"So," Lauren began as she carefully climbed into the passengers seat, "where are we going?"

"I booked a reservation for Chez Francis." Kyle stated proudly, "You know, that French Bistro that you were talking about?"

"Oh, that's lovely!" Lauren said with a **** smile. Inside, however, Lauren thought to herself, "Great. If I'm not careful, I'm going to humiliate myself among high class diners."

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As she watched the car leave Lauren's driveway, Vanessa smiled evilly. She closed her eyes again, opening them to find herself outside the very restaurant. Looking down at herself, Vanessa saw that she was now dressed in an elegant, red cocktail gown and black heels. She went through the doors and walked up to the host's podium.

"Good evening," Vanessa greeted, "table for one please. Under the name "Vanessa Simmons'."

The host looked over the reservations before looking back up to Vanessa. "I'm sorry, Mademoiselle," he said with a thick accent, "but your name doesn't seem to be on the list."

"Are you sure?" Vanessa asked smugly, waving a hand behind her back. "Maybe you should look again."

The host rolled his eyes and looked over the list again... Only to turn a beat red as he saw Vanessa's name at the bottom of the list. He was almost certain that that name wasn't there a few seconds ago. Nonetheless, he cleared his throat and turned back towards Vanessa.

"My severest apologies, Mademoiselle!" The host apologized, "Please, right this way!"

And with that, the host lead Vanessa to a table in the middle of the restaurant before returning to his podium. Vanessa had just taken a sip of her water when she looked up to see Lauren and Kyle enter the front doors. The younger sister smiled evilly as the host lead them to a nearby booth, a plan forming in her head...