Manchester,
The Granger family.
Hermione walked downstairs with huge dark circles under her eyes.
She had insomnia because she was too excited; she counted tens of thousands of sheep and didn't feel sleepy at all.
It's 7:30 in the morning, and we have more than two hours to prepare.
She quickly finished washing up, then went to the dining table to eat breakfast, and then jogged back to her room upstairs.
Chris and Jane were completely stunned.
Their daughter had never been this nervous before, not even when participating in competitions.
The two ate their breakfast leisurely, and soon it was 8:30.
"Hermione, let's go back to the clinic."
"Okay, Mom and Dad."
She didn't even have time to go downstairs to see them off; she was busy with something in her room.
It's a first date, so it's simple.
Chris could guess that he was either putting on makeup or struggling with what to wear.
Fortunately, I bought a lot of new clothes that fit well while shopping yesterday, so I can use magic to modify them even if I'm not satisfied.
The Mr. and Mrs. Granger's red sedan had barely left the community when a speeding, bright blue Bugatti EB110 slowed down and drove in.
Inside the car, Vincent was wearing sunglasses, a white shirt, and a thin red and black plaid shirt over it.
The pants were the same black as yesterday, but the shoes were changed to more comfortable brogues.
He bought this outfit at the Adele Shopping Center in the city center on his way here.
There was also a beautifully wrapped bouquet of white tulips in the passenger seat, clearly carefully selected.
About ten minutes later, the sapphire blue Bugatti EB110 pulled up on the side of the road outside Granger family.
Vincent glanced down at his watch from inside the car.
It's only 9:05 now, which is way too early.
Just as he was wondering how long he would have to wait, Hermione on the second floor of the house seemed to catch a glimpse of something through a gap in the curtains.
She put down the cosmetics in her hand and went to the window to look at the road.
Bugatti's fastest production sports car to date, although it has been officially put on sale, is estimated to be driven to this remote community by only one person in the entire Britain.
So early?
Hermione quickly turned around to look at the clothes that covered the entire bed.
She hasn't even decided what to wear yet, and she's only just covered up her dark circles with makeup.
Time was of the essence, so she bent down and pulled open the white desk drawer by the window, taking out the Trace magic wand.
I gently waved my hand at the cosmetics on the dressing table, and they floated up one by one in a very rhythmic manner.
They Accio toward Hermione as she walked to the bedside and automatically applied makeup to her face.
But even the most convenient magic can't help her choose the clothes to match her makeup.
My roommate Lavender once said that the ideal choice for a girl's first date is always a dress.
Moreover, the style should be eye-catching and not too formal.
Hermione's gaze fell on a pleated skirt by the bed.
No, it's too short; it will make her seem frivolous.
A long white dress in the middle of the bed?
It's a bit too long and too plain.
Having finally shed her bookish image, she didn't want to wear such dull clothes in front of her boyfriend.
Being too open-minded is no good, and being too conservative is no good either.
Just above the knees, is that alright?
Floral print dresses are out, beige high-waisted straight skirts are out, white fishtail skirts are out, light blue slip dresses are out, pink tulle skirts are out...
Hermione's gaze finally settled on a black tulle skirt.
The length was just to her knees, and it was an A-line shape, not the style she usually wears.
The skirt is sorted out, but the top is still needed.
It's the middle of summer now, so long sleeves are a no-go.
"Black and white..." she muttered to herself as she walked to the open wardrobe.
"A shirt..." She took out a white sleeveless chiffon shirt, then waved her magic wand to turn the entire cabinet door into a mirror.
Hermione took off her white polka-dot nightgown and changed into the shirt and skirt she had chosen in front of the mirror.
Perfect!
The tulle skirt subtly concealed the curves of her lower body, while the sleeveless shirt, with its exposed shoulders, prevented her from looking too conservative, making her appear exceptionally elegant and poised.
She waved her wand once more, and a cushion comb from the dressing table Accio to style her hair.
Her already fluffy brown hair was curled up in sections, creating a natural wave when it was let down.
Her side-parted French-style waves perfectly complemented her outfit.
Next is the choice of shoes.
Vincent is nearly 190cm tall, so to close the almost 20cm height difference, he has to give up flat shoes.
Fortunately, she listened to her mother's advice when she went shopping yesterday and bought several pairs of high heels in different styles.
Listening to Mom was definitely the right thing to do; I just didn't expect they would come in handy so quickly.
Hermione hurried downstairs to the shoe cabinet in the entryway.
Pointed-toe heels are too common, wedge heels don't match clothes, and platform heels are even worse.
Strappy sandals? Or strappy stilettos?
Both pairs are black and are great for matching outfits.
She turned to look at the clock hanging on the living room wall.
It's already 9:40, there's no time to keep picking and choosing.
She bent down, took off her slippers, and put on one of each pair of shoes.
Her already long legs looked even slimmer in sandals, but unfortunately she wasn't used to wearing them yet and always felt they were a bit tight on her toes, so she could only choose strappy ones.
She returned to her room with her shoes in hand and carefully examined the bottles of perfume on her dressing table.
Avoid anything too pungent; a refreshing orange scent is the best choice.
She put on her high heels in front of the wardrobe door, which had turned into a mirror, and then tied the ribbons in a crisscross pattern.
Clothing done, makeup done, hairstyle done.
Hermione turned slightly to the side in front of the mirror, a satisfied smile on her face.
She waved her wand and neatly put the clothes on the bed back into the closet. Then she went to the dressing table, picked out a few cosmetics and lipsticks for touch-ups, and put them into her small white handbag.
She left home at 10 a. m. sharp, walking nervously toward her car parked by the roadside.
Vincent, having removed his sunglasses, got out of the car, holding a bouquet of tulips he had carefully selected.
The closer Hermione got, the more surprised he looked.
"Remember, there are no ugly women in the world, only lazy women..."
He couldn't remember where he had heard it in his past life, but he now wholeheartedly agreed with it.
Hermione in first grade perfectly fit the stereotypical image of a nerd. She improved a lot after she started paying attention to her appearance in second grade, and the years they spent together in third grade often gave him a refreshing feeling.
But all those images were within the school setting; no matter how pretty they were, they were still within the realm of young girls.
Hermione, now standing cautiously in front of Vincent, exudes only the reserve of a young girl; her appearance and demeanor are simply stunning.
"You look beautiful today." He handed her the tulips he was holding. "I should have prepared a more suitable bouquet."
Hermione smiled sweetly, hugged the tulips he had carefully chosen tightly, and lowered her head to gently inhale their fragrant scent.
Tulips symbolize wisdom and talent and are considered a noble flower.
White tulips symbolize pure love, perfectly matching their current relationship.
"I'm sorry, have you been waiting long?"
Vincent shook his head instinctively. "No, I arrived earlier."
He turned to the side, opened the passenger door, and extended his hand to her in a particularly gentlemanly manner, while his other hand was also thoughtfully placed on the roof of the car.
"Come on up, our first date is about to begin."
Hermione took his hand and got into the car in a very ladylike manner.
Her nervousness completely disappeared, replaced by excitement and anticipation that kept her awake all night.