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not surprisingly, i didn't sleep much.
when fausta came to my door to wake me up, my eyes had been open for already many hours. my prep team is already arrived, and i make the effort to have breakfast with them in my room.
i have a feeling i won't be able to see willow until the evening, once we'll be both ready for the interviews.
gaius forces me to take a shower with a full body scrub and then put on a moisturizer. once dry, he lays me down on a big chair brought especially for the occasion, similar to the one you might see at a dentist's office for example. i've only been there once, when i was a kid, for a toothache.
apia and mina go over every area of my body to remove hair growth, before applying a new lotion. i hate this feeling, but phox reminded me last night to let it happen without saying anything.
then, while one of them takes care of my hair, the other one carefully trims my nails before applying a black varnish in several layers on which she painstakingly draws ribs. my eyebrows are tinted and styled, my skin is covered with a last cream that gives it a glittering aspect this time.
by the time they're done with me in the middle of the afternoon, my hair is silkier and better combed than ever, my face is made up to look stronger and more angular, and i'm ready to put on the outfit bess has prepared.
he joined us after lunch to give his final instructions, and once he was certain i was to his liking, chased the three preppers away from my room. i'm relieved they left ; they are not mean and are even actually nice to me, but tend to get on my nerves quickly.
the clothes brought by my stylist make me look amazing again.
the close-fitting cut of the pants and suit jacket flatter my silhouette and my musculature. the shirt i wear underneath, open to the middle of my torso, undulates with my every move. the whole thing is jet black, surrounding me with a mysterious aura.
bess then makes me put a silver chain around my neck, and i discover with amazement that it's the exact copy of the one willow never leaves. mom's necklace.
how- i stutter without finishing my sentence.
your sister wears it all the time and doesn't stop fiddling with it. i thought it might have some special symbolism.
