Maybe the heels weren't such a fantastic idea. Genevieve could barely walk in them and there was this remarkable pain shooting up her body from the base of her foot. Each step brought another grimace until her foot felt completely numb. She almost breathed a sigh of relief as the two arrived at the dining room. A dining room meant chairs. Chairs meant getting pressure off of her suffocating feet. As they got closer they saw two more girls ahead of them. Each stunning in their own right. One was as tall as a model and the other made up for her meager size with very tall heels. 

Genevieve briefly wondered how the hell she walked in those things. It wasn't until Rachel replied with a, "Who fucking knows. Some girls are crazy as hell," that Genevieve realized she had verbally expressed her thoughts on the girl's attire. 

Angelica was so far hating her roommate. Maybe it was because the girl was fracking gorgeous. Or maybe it was because the pitiful thing was nothing but smiles and sweet comments. The bitch had all of these redeeming qualities that Angelica found puke worthy. It was jeopardizing her chances with the handsome Bachelor and that pissed her off. She had decided on a slightly revealing[url=http://www.dhresource.com/albu_769229568_00-1.0x0/black-sexy-party-dress-mesh-panel-club-skater.jpg] black dress[/url] that showed off her chest and skyhigh black heels to start off with first impressions. Her makeup was flawless as per usual. If she couldn't handle her own makeup how could she handle other's? 

Angelica and Jenny arrived in the dinning room with Rachel and Genevieve closely following. All four of them tried to crowd in and say hi to the bachelor. Of course, Angelica pushed her way through to make it there first, "Hello! Well aren't you handsome." She winked at him, "I'm Angelica, but please just call me angle." 

Behind her Genevieve resisted the urge to roll her eyes. This woman was trying way to hard.