Blaze grabbed a pair of faded blue jeans from her bathroom counter and slid into them with ease. They complimented her curves perfectly as she checked herself out in the full length mirror. Once she was satisfied they looked good on her, she reached for her black tank top and sweater. Pulling both over her head, Blaze watched the left shoulder of the sweater fall off her shoulder and slide halfway down her upper arm like it was supposed to. Splashing her face off with cold water, she repeated this two other times before she felt collected enough to leave the bathroom. Passing by her vanity, she leaned down and picked at her hair till it was how she liked it. It had grown so long over the last three years that it had already started to brush against her hip. Pulling all of her hair over her shoulder so that it cascaded down the front, right side of her body, she pulled on her red converse and finally left her room.<br/><br/>It was a very large house so she hoped they wouldn't be too agitated that it had taken her so long. Blaze had a natural beauty so she had never needed much make-up, it was why she didn't bother to put it on when she met her fiancé. Approaching the front door, she paused, trying to think of a really happy memory so that there was a smile on her face when she opened the door. Her parents had always taught her that she would make a better impression on people if she smiled when she met them. It almost always guaranteed a good start to a new friendship.<br/><br/>Grasping the handle, Blaze pulled open her front door with a smile on her face. Raising a brow in a questioning look as she leaned over the two of the men laying in front of her door, she cleared her throat to get their attention. Her hair was so long that when she leaned over it brushed over Richard's face as he laid there. "Well I can assume one of you is my fiancé and that you both would like to come in, correct?" she asked, her expression switching over to an amused smile. Stepping back as they stood up, Blaze brushed her fingers through her hair till it was back to perfection.<br/><br/>For the first time since her parents had told her she was being forced to marry someone she didn't know, Blaze began to feel nervous. What if he didn't like her? She did tend to be a smartass and she was usually very strongly opinionated. Which was apparently bad in this kind of high society. But then again, Blaze could honestly say that she felt like she didn't belong here. They were too stuck up and proud of themselves, Blaze could care less about all the money. Shaking her head to bring herself out of her thoughts, she looked at the boys and stepped back so they could come in.