What's your Poison? - h.s

35.

*Play the song when they start to dance*

The room was full of dresses. I should say gowns because from one glance I can tell they're expensive. I'm not sure where they're from, Harry just asked for my dress sizes and then some women turned up at the apartment with a rail of dresses. Now here I am overwhelmed with all these gorgeous gowns, unsure of where to start. I run my fingers along the material as a start, feeling for the most comfortable.

When I first saw the dresses I asked why I needed to dress up so much for a dinner. If I was going to be eating I'd need stomach space and I'd rather be comfortable. He then made me realise that this isn't the sit-down dinner I thought it was. There were going to be quite a few people there with a lot of drinking and not a lot of eating, but it would still be high class. 

Then in came the delayed onset of nerves. I'm not the classiest person. I may have worked in a classy bar but that was my job, and people liked me there because I was real. I didn't pretend to be a snob, I was myself. I struggle to bite my tongue and smile and laugh to people rather than talking back. I can't just stand next to a man and listen whilst they have the conversation and just look pretty. But Harry knows this, and he still trusts me. If he thinks I'll be ok there, then it'll be fine.

My fingers stop instantly across a soft mesh dress. I pull it out of the rail to notice v-cut neck, with a pleated floor-length skirt, covered in glitter. I don't usually wear pink, but this was light enough to almost be nude. I know before even putting it on this is the one. I leave Harry's room to go downstairs to let him know, but as I walk down the stairs I'm welcomed by 3 other people.

"Daisy," Harry says as he turns to me from talking with them, "Ariel and her team are gonna do your make-up and hair. Are you ready to come down and get ready? We have about an hour until we need to go." He says casually, as if I should have been expecting this.

"Ummm...." I start, completely baffled by what is happening right now.

"Good. I'll be in my office." Harry says abruptly before leaving. I can tell he's stressed about tonight, the least I can do is just make sure I'm ready on time. I walk slowly down the stairs, hesitant on how badly they must be judging me. I'm wearing last nights make-up, my hair is up in a messy bun that hasn't been brushed all day and just wearing Harry's t-shirt still.

"Daisy! Darling!" The girl who must be Ariel reaches out as I get to the bottom of the stairs, taking my hand to bring me towards her. "I'm Ariel, I'll be doing your make-up. Jem will be doing your nail and Dan will be working on your hair. Let's go darling!" She says with a lot on enthusiasm as she brings me to the sofa. I instantly feel at ease at how soft all their smiles are.

I look in front of me to the coffee table full of make-up and brushes. This could be enough to give a homeless person a makeover to look like a goddess. I mean, I guess that's the aim.

I'm completely lost on what they're doing but I let them work their magic, they're the professionals after all. I have no idea how long they take, I lost track of time as it all felt like I was getting a massage. Who know getting your make-up and hair done could be so relaxing. As I get back up to Harry's room, I catch myself in the mirror. I hardly recognise myself.