Cry Until You Bleed

50- Dances

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"Ana!" Stella cheers with a wide, enthusiastic grin as she hurries into the visitors' room from the public area with a duffel and a wide plastic bag barricading a dress hanging over her shoulder. "Hello, beautiful."

I stand up from the table that I was sitting at waiting for her with a polite smile and we share a hug. "Hi, Stella. Thank you so much for your help."

"Oh, of course, darling. When Sienna told me that there was a fashion crisis, I just couldn't resist," She tells me. After I'd talked to Sienna on Monday, she'd told me that Stella was just so excited to help that instead of just shipping me a dress or something, she decided to fly down here from New York to help me out. She goes to Julliard but it's a weekend and it's a relaxing period for her so she doesn't have anything to practice over the weekend which means that she had the time to take to fly down here for my benefit. "Have a seat, I'll start on your hair."

"Okay," I oblige with her as she sits the dress bag and the duffel on the table that I sit at and then she starts digging through the duffel bag of wonder. We had two hours before the dance actually started so I'm sure that we have enough time to do my hair and my makeup and then still have time to fly to China or something. "Who will I be going as?"

"Oh, right, well Sienna said that the theme was dead celebrities," Stella begins to explain as she takes a hairbrush from the duffel and starts to brush through my dark hair. "Which, by the way, is a very exciting theme. Anyway, I wanted to stay away from the clichés like Amy Winehouse, Michael Jackson, or Elvis. There's still Marley or Monroe but after some hefty thinking, I decided on Elizabeth Taylor. Does that sound okay?"

"Sure," I confirm. "That sounds good."

"Awesome. I was going to curl your hair but they wouldn't let me bring my hair curler in, which I guess is very reasonable, I just didn't even think about it. Anyway, I can straighten it with this spray and then put it in a cute pony tail. Unless you have any ideas, just shout anything out," She instructs as she pulls out a tall pink bottle of some spray that I assume is this magical hair straightener.

"I don't know hair at all so you do whatever you think is best, you go ahead and do that," I tell her with a small laugh.

"I was hoping that you'd say that," She chirps enthusiastically. "Do you have an opinion about any of this? Makeup or anything?"

"No," I admit.

"Awesome. So, who's the special someone?" Stella wonders as she pulls and tugs my hair into the formation that she wants it in so that it looks nice, occasionally reaching into the duffel to grab something to assist her.

"He's not really my special someone," I deny. "We're just friends."

"Sure, but he can still be special," She tells me. "Have you met Andrew?"

"I vaguely remember meeting him," I say, knowing that Andrew is Stella's boyfriend and I have met him a few times but I don't really remember him that much since it's always a short greeting or something.

"Well, I was just friends with him for three years before we got together. I'm not saying that you have to get together with your friend, I'm just saying that I've had my fair share of 'you're meant to be!' and 'no, we're just friends' kind of confrontations so I know how it can be when you have a male friend. But do you like him at all like that? I mean, I assume that you do since you're willing to get all dressed up and I've never heard of you wanting to get dressed up," Stella explains from behind me.