Hopeless Situation

Untitled Part 7

I feel that my work before this chapter had been slacking so I'm sorry if the vocabulary is bad or something! Vote, comment and enjoy. (Also I've done a few chapters already in my phone hence the reason I'm uploading and publishing within few minutes.)

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"Can I open my eyes yet?" I ask, spitting out the strand of hair that falls to my mouth.

"Not yet," Arianna replies, as she pokes and prods at my hair. "I'm almost finished."

I puff out my cheeks. It's been half an hour since Arianna's started on my hair and make up, and to make it worse, she's made me close my eyes for added effect. Why not just turn my chair away from the mirror instead?

Arianna continues to... do whatever she's doing on my hair, hopefully not cutting it, while I practise my whistling skills.

I hear the door to my room open, followed by heels clicking against the floorboard. "Guys how do you think my dress looks... My gosh Melissa! You're soo beautiful!"

If I could roll my eyes without opening it, I would do so. "Geez, thanks for noticing."

Helen continues on as if I didn't speak. "Wow Arianna, how the hell did you make her look so different?"

"Umm, guys, you know I'm right here?" I say, pointing to myself.

"It's in my genes." Arianna replies to Helen. It's like I'm invisible.

I decide to stay quiet after a few attempted conversation starters, patiently waiting for Arianna to finish.

After what feels like hours, Arianna finally says, "I'm done. Open your eyes."

My eyes shoot open and they land on the girl in front of me. She looks beautiful, sexy, confident, all in just one look. Got to say, hats off to Arianna.

"What the hell have you done to me?" I ask, shaking my head. I love the way my hair bounces at the movement.

"Well, it's about time you should show Charlotte who's boss. You've done it before with your strength, now you can do it with your looks." Arianna says, shrugging, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

I turn my attention back to my reflection. For the first time, I'm feeling confident about myself. Not insecure about if any spots are showing, or if my hair looks like a broomstick. And with the amount of hairspray Arianna used, I doubt the wind would even be able to mess it up.

I stand up, self consciously tugging the hem of my dress down so my ass doesn't spill out. I grunt in frustration when my boobs look like they're about to spill instead. Why the hell do women have so many curves?

When I begin to pull my dress up a bit, Helen puts her hands on my shoulder and turns me to her, looking straight into my eyes. "Melissa, stop. You look beautiful and sexy in this dress, but if you keep on touching it, your boobs are just gonna spill out more. Relax and loosen up. We're going to this party to have fun, and if you keep on fidgeting as much as you are now, people are gonna think you need to pee."