Olive's POV
True to Ron's words, he threatened to bathe me himself and wear my clothes before carrying me in his arms or throwing me over his shoulders if I said one more word on not attending the party.
Ron stood guard by the door while I took my bath, knocking every few seconds asking why I hadn't walked out of the bathroom yet. He scrutinized me closely while dressing and was all too willing to help me in picking out my jewelry. We opted for pearls, to match the dress.
"Come on. We'll be late", he informed me after checking his watch for the fifth time in twenty minutes.
Ron loved being freakishly early for events.
I rolled my eyes from the spot I was currently occupying on the bed, trying to clasp my shoe but the shoe seemed to be adamant.
"A few minutes wouldn't hurt, Ron"
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