Lost In Her

SEVENTY-FIVE

*Abby's POV*

"Is she okay with it?" Henley asks, finishing her makeup.

Tossing my phone on the bed, "Yeah."

She turns quick and gives me a look, "Let me see," she says looking at my phone. I toss the device across the space to her bed. Her eyes scan the words before scoffing. "She's so not okay with it."

"She said she is."

I receive a dumb look and realize she's probably right. Sadness flows over me at the idea that Dani isn't happy with me, although I feel relieved that she misses me.

"Can you-" I being.

"Yeah," she responds quickly and picks up her car keys. "I'll just tell them you have the stomach flu or something."

When my feet hit the floor I look into Henley's mirror. A gasp escapes my mouth taking in my appearance. There is no way I can show up like this. "Can you help me get ready?" I ask nervous.

Henley shoots me a wry smile and bounds to her closet. She must pull out eight different items, looking for her ideal choice.

"What's wrong with my closet?" I ask while laughing.

She continues to flip through her closet, "Trust me you won't be wearing them for long."

I choke and throw a pillow at her only eliciting a howling laugh.

"Eureka!" she shouts. She looks giddy as she comes over to me, carrying an outfit. "Put these on."

I look skeptically at the crisp black jeggings and oversized white shirt. "This is supposed to be better than my stuff?"

"Trust me!"

I slip off my clothes from today and redress in what Henley gave me.

"Wait!" she hollers and I stop in the middle of sliding the shirt up my arms. She turns and skips to her dresser and digs through the contents.

Turning back around she grins widely and keeps her hands hidden behind her back. "What?" I asks.

She revealed the items and I shake my head vigorously. "Come on, she'll love them!"

I look at the black, silky garments in her outstretched hands. "Its awkward."

"Oh please," she remarks sarcastically.

I huff and undress again before changing into the underwear she presented to me. After I'm fully dressed I look in the mirror and take in the look Henley has instilled.

"Grab your gray beanie and the white converse," she tells me while digging through her cosmetics bag.

"No make up," I plead.

"It's just a little," she promises.

She has me close my eyes as she applies the make up to my face. I open them and am shock by the appearance. True to her word it is minimal but enough to accentuate my features. Finally I slip on my shoes and beanie and follow Henley out the door.