Getting ready

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DEDICATED TO SamSorenson BECAUSE SHE IS AWESOME! LUV YA GURL! Lol

CHAPTER 2

Getting Ready

Two hours later I am sitting in Melissa’s room waiting while she circles me, making adjustments to the beautiful gown she made me wear.  It is a dress Melissa made me made of bluebell petals that I grow in the garden.  It has a light cover of thin spider webs that are like silk with little blue berries called acai berries sticking to them.  It goes down to just above my ankles with no sleeves.

Melissa has done my hair, too.  She braided half of it into an up tail and lets the rest of my blonde locks fall to my waist.  She hands me a silk shawl and I try it on.  It’s a perfect fit.  Now she hands me my cobweb slip-ons I made for both of us.  I look in the little mirror, smiling so Melissa won’t freak out.  She beams at me, looking for anything else she might find missing that I positively have to wear.

“That’s good.  I don’t need anything more.  Can’t I just go to the library?” I beg. She ignores me, of course.

“Beautiful! Now, what should I wear? I can try the one with the . . .” she trails off in thought.  She is burrowing her way into the back of the closet and starts hurling all the silver, white, and grey clothes at me.  What am I doing?  I’m just trying not to be buried by the flood of clothing articles.

“But I’m bored.  One book won’t hurt me.” I called.  To myself I mutter, “Or a few hundred…”  Just to have an excuse not to go out wearing every clothing item in her closet, because if she throws one more piece of clothing at me, I will go find some books.

Melissa finally reappears with two more options and tosses them into the pile.  There are so many dresses, skirts, and shirts that I have to re-count them seven times before I know that there are 40 shirts, 36 skirts, and 31 dresses. Remember that her room is very small, so it’s hard to get that many things in here.

The first thing she tries on is a long sleeve red dress that ends at her knees.  It has a little white beanie that goes with it.

“No red.”

She runs off with another pile of clothing.  She returns with the clothes she was just wearing and shows me a grey mini dress like what girls wear for tennis.  It has white stars all over and no sleeves so it sinks a little lower on her slim figure than to my liking. I cringe.  It looks like Paul’s evil doing.  He’s been practicing for his job.  Not thirty minutes ago he dropped off a small pile of clothes he made for us and this one seems like one of them.

“Oh Paul!  Why?”  I say, looking up at the ceiling.

“You don’t like it?”

“Um, it’s got too many stars?”  I stumble, not wanting to offend her, so I settle for wrinkling my nose and pretending to gag.  She drops the first choice, sighs, and then rushes back out with another selection.

I look around the room for the first time.  She has makeup shelves cluttering all the walls other than the wall her bed is against.  There is nail polish in every color and shade.  She has posters of animals everywhere: seven lapdogs (almost twice her size), five tiny birds, three worms, and two snail farms she kept for pets.  She is clearly obsessed with animals.

I hear soft footsteps and look up to see Melissa posing dramatically, waiting for emphasis.

“Nice.  Just pout a little and you’re golden,” I laugh.

She is wearing a shimmering lavender gown over billowing satin skirts.  It has spaghetti straps and just barely reaches her knees.  She has put on some light purple eye shadow that makes her eyes seem a little smoky and dark against her long black lashes.

“I know it purple isn’t really one of the colors but. . .”  she says, looking worried.

“I like it. It’s cute! If we could just. . .”  I trail off while I start digging through the pile of clothes that had formed before me.  I find what I am looking for and drape it around Melissa’s arms to complete the look. “Perfect!  This shawl really sets off your eyes.”  I smile wide and lower my voice teasingly. “You might even impress Jackson!”  She blushes, looking embarrassed but slightly hopefully at this.  Then she is serious again.  I roll my eyes.

“Now that you’re done primping, let’s get the boys!”

“Kay.”

A/N: Okay, yeah these chapters are small, I know, but they may just get longer! Just give me a chance and I will prove myself and my skillz! lol

<3 Nicole

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