Gloves And Us ✔

H A I R

421 WORDS AND I'm sorry for a short one.

"Come on," he said, making me glare at him.

"Shut up, mister. you took my time. I had to braid your hair and now I'm late" I huffed and tried zipping my gown. "Oh god," I groaned struggling "Why did I even put that zip" I groaned and felt him behind me.

"Let me" he held his hand on my shoulder and I nodded looking at him from the mirror. He gradually zipped my dress and when I turned, my hair fell down.

I looked up at his eyes.

"Baby, shh" he hugged me knowing I'd cry from the periods pain and frustration.

"Sit here" he picked me and placed me on the chair.
"It's okay, baby. Breathe. Breathe with me" he crouched down holding my hands in his. We sat there for a few minutes before he spoke up.

"Let me do your hair?" I nodded and he started doing his work. After a few minutes, he finally made me stand in front of the mirror and now my hair was braided from one side to the other and the ends held my remaining hair together bringing out the color of my lipstick. He smiled and I pecked him on his lips.

"Let me wear my heels," I said when he stopped me, pulling me back to his chest. "hold here" he went back and brought those specific heels that he got me this morning and the tissue paper.

I sat on the bed and he fastened the heels and wiped away the strains of tears and dabbed my face to get away from anything excess and honestly I had not done anything to my face. I didn't even know a thing about makeup, so I applied the basic mascara and a liner along with the lipstick. Even though my acne was visible I didn't cover it up. And that pimple on the inner side of the nose too. If I knew makeup, I'd maybe cover it.

"You look so beautiful" he smiled and brought me back to my feet, kissing my lips.

"You don't look bad yourself" I replied. "it's all your magic" he gestured to our clothes and made us walkout.

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I'm sorry for the short chapter. 4 out of 5 people in my house are suffering from viral fever and it's so pathetic. Like my head is gonna burst, fucking sore throat and cold and not to forget the damn body pain.

This was all I could publish with my hands shaking.

Y'all please take care of yourselves and be safe.

The next update will be once I'm fine and my body isn't protesting to move.
I hope you understand.