A Little Calm...

Vintage Pamper

American Boy - Estelle

You get out of the shower and walk back out to the living room with a bath robe on and a towel round your head.

Y/n
"Okay, what's in the bag?"

Alice is sitting on the sofa with a massive spread of makeup over the coffee table.

Alice
"He may say you can open it, but I do not. Come on, makeup time."

She pats the seat next her. You steadily walk over and sit down, still with reservations about what this is all for.

Y/n
"You know I'm perfectly capable of doing my own makeup right?"

She reluctantly nods her head as she starts to rub moisturiser into your cheeks.

Y/n
"So, how long have you actually been here?"

Alice
"Since last night, I checked into a hotel. I'm here for a week."

You smile all the way through the process of her pampering you. As you asked, she's kept everything very light and natural. That is, until she gets to the final stage of lipstick, where she chooses a deep red.

Y/n
"Um, are you sure? That's quite bright..."

She drops her hand away from your mouth and gives you a look of frustration.

Alice
"Trust me, who knows more about where you're going?"

You squint at her before sighing and giving in. Giddy, she applies the colour very gently before handing you a mirror. You turn your head side to side and smile at her work. As you admire the artistry, she hands you a pair of pearl earrings, walks behind you and begins to do your hair. She starts by spraying some heat protection and then begins to blow dry. Once it's all dry, she sprays another layer of protection and uses straighteners to create semi tight curls all over your head. She leaves a side parting with one large loop of curls on the thicker side.
Once she's done, you turn around and show her the finished product. She claps with excitement and starts to pack everything away. When everything is cleared, she hands you a shoe box and stands up.

Alice
"Okay, that's my que!"

You chase after her as she heads for the lift.

Y/n
"You're not staying for the dress?"

Alice
"I think you know how to put clothes on. Besides, I left a little surprise of my own in the bag."

She winks at you as she enters the elevator, waving sneakily before the doors close. You chuckle at her and shake your head as you walk through to the bedroom and grab the bag. Hanging it on the bathroom door, you unzip it to see a gorgeous red dress, the same hue as the stain on your lips. As you peel it open to get a better look, a smaller bag drops to your feet. You pick it up and read the label attached:

'For after... Enjoy! ;) xx
                     — A'

You open the bag to see black and shimmered navy lace. Instantly, you realise that it's lingerie and roll your eyes. You then chuck the bag on the bed and return your attention to the stunning knee length dress. After a minute of standing in wonder, you glance back at the bag on the bed. You give a defeated sigh and walk over to get it again.

Y/n
"For god sakes Alice."

Baby Grande - Billy Joel

Pretending that it doesn't make you feel incredible, you put on the lace, tights and garters. You then stand in the mirror, looking at the beautiful patterns on the underwear. You stop yourself from looking too much however, as you softly glide the dress over you and do up the buttons on the front. That's when you can't help but stare in the mirror. You feel so at home in the dress, like you were made for each other.
Just then, you remember the shoe box Alice gave you. You pack your purse and head back out to the main apartment to get the box. When you open it, a pair of glistening black pumps greet you. Around two inches tall with a t-strap across the front, you've never wanted to wear heels more.
As you do up the buckle on the last strap, your phone vibrates for the last time.

Bucky - Final step: Come on down, doll.

He's never called you doll before, so something is definitely different. Other than the fact that you feel like you just stepped out of a war film. You do one last mirror check before entering the lift and making your way down. Your heart is doing somersaults and your stomach is full of butterflies as you slide on a pair of delicate gloves that came in the dress bag too. Walking past the lobby, it's empty apart from the receptionist who gestures towards the doors for you. You can just about see him outside as you approach the glass. Gently pushing the door open, you smile at each other as you notice his uniform. It's seems you're both dressed for the occasion.