Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Sixty Four

*warning* ~ Tiffany gets veeeery drunk (this isn't the exact song for this chapter, but I wanted to share it with you)

Chapter Forty-Three

POV Tiffany

The girls, as they do with every special event, they came over to get ready, and kicked Zayn out. Our room has the best lighting in the entire house, they said.

The party starts in twenty minutes, but hardly any of us were dressed. I was a little more than halfway dressed. I wear my pantyhose and my velvety blue and gold dress, the one with the peter pan collar that Alice made for this very occasion. I also adorn my vintage Chanel chain bracelet and freshwater pearls I borrowed from Louise on the wrist with the Cartier Love Bracelet Zayn bought me a few months ago.

My mother does my make up as Waliyha finishes my hair. Mother would not attending Louis's birthday as it would be more of a club setting type of party.

"Open your eyes wider, Tiffany. I have to put the lashes on."

"Waliyha, can I use that flat iron after you're finished with Tiff?" Jackie inquired, as she teased Doniya's frizzy hair.

After the war, I reintroduced Jacqueline to the girls, and they took to the "new Jacqueline" quite well. On my good days we often hang out or go shopping.

"Yeah I'm almost finish with Tiffany. Then you can tackle the birds nest."

"Waliyha!" Doniya scolds her younger sister.

"Love you too, sis. And here Jackie, I'm finished."

Taelor snickers at the sisters as Danielle powders her nose.

My mother draw a line around my lips then fills them in, cherry red this time instead of my usual bloody red. Waliyha heads to the bathroom to get dressed, I had already done her makeup a few minutes ago.

"Now eyeliner and a just a bit of mascara since I put the lashes on then you're finish."

"Tiff I still can't believe you got a tattoo!" Jackie exclaims.

"Why?" Everyone was shocked learn I had gotten a tattoo earlier today. Of course my mother being the old fashioned woman she is, highly disapproved of the tattoo. She yelled at me and Zayn, although, I'm seventeen and the ruler of basically half of the world including her and by lycan rule I am an adult. Her opinion didn't phase me, in fact, I planned to get many more tattoos. Everyone else was shocked, but loved my tattoo.

"You just seem so posh, too classy and dainty for tatts.. You're freaking Tinkerbell but with a bow and red lipstick."

I roll my eyes in her direction.

"That is the truest description of Tiffany I have ever heard." Doniya giggles.

The door soundlessly, opens and Safaa's head pops in. "The guys are are getting antsy."

Safaa would be attending the party for the first two hours, then her and the other children would be escorted back to their homes.

"Please do tell the boys to wait just a little longer, and to hold themselves as proper gentlemen as they do so." With my mother being around made me remember how I learned to be frightening, when needed. Her voice when she felt like threatening someone, is smoother than butter sizzling in a pan and rougher than sandpaper. It is the perfect combination sass, the ego of Kanye West; and the lithe of her sweet, faded country accent.

"Yes, Mama." Then she dashes back through the doorway.

The girls had really bounded with my mother. Waliyha and Safaa call her 'Mama' or 'Mum' like they did their own mother while she lived.