My dress was picked out by me, not Victoria.

Even though I love Victoria's fashion sense, and love when she picks up my dresses, I was happy I was able to pick out one on my own.

I changed into it, and did my hair.

It took forever, since I tried really hard, because it was my last night in England.

And in the morning, it was straight to New York, to start school, and leave my London life behind...

And take my New York life back.

See Sophia again, and my mom, and my dad and everybody.

My thoughts were interrupted by someone calling my name.

"Phoebe?" I heard Victoria yell up to me.

"Yes?" I called back, sticking my head out my bedroom door.

"Are you ready?" Victoria whispered down the hall.

"Yes." I said, about to walk out of my bedroom door.

"Ooh, I can't see yet." Victoria said as she turned around and went down the stairs.

I then stepped out of my bedroom door.

I walked to the stairs.

I took a breath, I was a little nervous since so many people were at the Beckham's house.

For me.

All of a sudden all the lights went out.

Last thing I knew, there was no plan of the lights going, out and unless Cruz chewed on a couple power cords, we were screwed.