After a much needed shower, I no longer felt as anxious as I did before. As the water pierced my body, it was like each drop of water relieved me of a lot of anxiety and stress. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of me. I guess that was all I needed to get me in the right mood for tonight. Now that I wasn't as anxious anymore, I could literally feel the excitement taking over me. I felt untouchable.
I sighed excitedly as I walked into my bedroom. I removed my bathrobe, exposing my naked body. Sitting down at the edge of my bed, I tossed my robe to the side. Still damp from my shower, I picked up my body cream, and began moisturizing my body. Not missing a single inch of my body, I thoroughly moisturized myself until I was finished.
Admiring the smell of the cream I stood up from the bed, and walked over to my dresser. I sat the cream down before walking over to the mirror. Eyeing my body, I couldn't help but to admire it. I smirked before turning away from the mirror.
I walked over to where I had the dress hanging, and stared at it. I stood there questioning myself again. I became indecisive before quickly shaking it off. I grabbed the dress eyeing it one last time before taking it off the hanger.
Carefully, I stepped into the dress pulling it up on my body. I looked at myself in the mirror as if I hadn't already seen myself in it earlier. I don't know what was so different now than before, but I felt ten times better as I looked myself over. I could only imagine how it would be once the entire look was complete.
After spending some time in the mirror admiring the dress and the way it hugged me, I moved away from the mirror so I could do my makeup. It's not like I had all the time in the world to just stand there in awe. I had somewhere to be, and I'll be damned if I was late to see Michael. I walked out of my room and into my bathroom. I let out a sigh as I stood at the counter before grabbing my makeup bag.
A little over an hour later, I was finally done with my makeup. I stared at myself in the mirror, smirking. I was definitely satisfied with my makeup. I decided to go with a smokey eye look, and it's safe to say I didn't regret it.
I added a little bit more mascara before adding the finishing touches to my lips. I decided to go with a nude lipstick not really feeling a bold color tonight. Honestly, I think the nude color choice was perfect. I knew I would probably do a bit more touching up right before I walked out the door, so I decided not to spend too much time on my makeup.
Finally, it was time to do my hair. Before I showered, I decided to curl my hair before putting them up in rods to keep them protected. One by one, I pulled each rod out of my hair. I watched in admiration as my curls fell. I gently ran my fingers through the curls before shaking my head, watching them bounce.
The body and definition was one my favorite parts of my hair. I quickly fluffed them before spraying my hair with some spritz. I wasn't too concerned with my hair because I knew it would fall by the time the show started. Aside from the curls falling, they would most definitely become a sweated out mess by the end of the night.
I grabbed my favorite necklace and carefully put it on. I put on my earrings as well before walking out of the bathroom. I walked back into my room, going into my closet, and grabbing my black, medium length boots. I walked over to the bed and sat down so that I could put on my boots. Knowing that everything was now finished, I made my way over to the full body mirror.
I guess Ashlyn did have a point, as always.
To say I looked good was an understatement. If I didn't have the confidence before, I most definitely had it now. I looked at the time and realized I needed to be leaving soon. I walked over to my dresser, quickly grabbing my favorite perfume, Poison by Dior. I sprayed the perfume all over my body before sitting the bottle down.
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The Girl is Mine • MJ Fanfic • COMPLETED
FanfictionIt's 1988. Lauren Porter is a 24 year-old living in New York. She feels like the unluckiest person in the World because she missed the opportunity to go see Michael Jackson during the Bad Tour. When given an exciting opportunity, an interesting door...