Around five-thirty, Melinda unlocks the door of her apartment and collapses on the sofa absolutely exhausted. She lies there for a few moments with her eyes closed, resting. She had no idea what to expect in a few shorts hours, and preferred not to think of it actually. She closes her eyes, just for a while.
And she is awakened by Kylie shaking her awake. "Melinda," she hears her say, "for God's sake, get up. You're going to be late."
"What?" Melinda asked confused, as she just woke up. "Late for what?"
"Your date," Kylie sighs while rolling her eyes. "Now come on, you have to get ready."
"How did you even get into my apartment?" Melinda demands.
"You didn't lock your door, and knocking obviously didn't do anything," Kylie huffs. "Now what are you wearing? Tell me and I'll pull the rest of the outfit together while you shower."
"You can make outfits?" Melinda asks in surprise, as she didn't think she ever saw Kylie out of jeans and a sweatshirt.
"Just because I don't do it, doesn't mean that I can't," Kylie tells Melinda. "Now what are you wearing?"
"I think the sleeveless peach-pink dress," Melinda ventures out thoughtfully. "The one where the straps are black lace and there is the small belt belt around the waistline?" She says in a interrogative tone, as to see if Kylie knew what she was talking about.
Kylie nods as she did know exactly what Melinda was talking about. Kylie practically shoves her friend into the bathroom and she goes and starts to go through Melinda's jewelry box and shoes, finding a suitable match that went with the dress.
Meanwhile Melinda climbs into the shower, washing away the dirt and stress of the day in the scent of wild violet and pomegranate shampoo and cherry blossom bar soap.
Melinda would have liked to stay under the warm rain shower that was hers, however she knew she had to get out, as she didn't have a lot of time to spare. So she steps out of the shower and onto the fake tiled floor, drying herself with a threadbare mint towel and wrapping her wet hair up with the other. Kylie had slipped her clothes in the room and the dress was hanging against the back of the door. There was a pair of tan tights, and Melinda knew it was to be worn if she hadn't shaved. However, she would have worn them in any case as it was March in New York and the dress only reached her knees. It was far too cold for bare legs in her rational opinion.
Wringing out as much water as she could from her dark hair beforehand, Melinda slips on the peach dress with the black accents in thick flowery lace straps. Then she steps out of the bathroom and into Kylie's anxiously awaiting hands.
"Good," Kylie declares. "Let's dry your hair first. Sit down over here." She leads Melinda over to her vanity and pulls out the hairdryer, blowing hot hair over Melinda and causing her hair to eventually fall down in a dark, glossy wall. Once that task was accomplished, Kylie moved on to Melinda's face.
Kylie quickly brushes neutral eye shadow over Melinda's eyelids, only a shade darker than her skin tone. Kylie then pulled out black liquid liner and outlined the entire perimeter of Melinda's cat-slit narrow eyes. Following that Kylie then extended Melinda's eyelashes with dark and smooth mascara. The overall effect of this made Melinda's small eyes pop in a way that seemed unimaginable before. Kylie glossed her lips with a light pink coloring, barely noticeable.
"Smile," Kylie commands to Melinda holding her blush brush at an angle, ready to apply it to Melinda's face. Melinda does so, knowing it would be pointless to resist. She was capable of getting herself ready, even more than Kylie was actually. However Kylie didn't seem to care in the slightest.
