Seventeen-year-old Harper Thorne thought moving with her mother from her crowded hometown in California to a small, gloomy town in Washington called Forks would be a wonderful fresh start, and would help her move forward from her agonizing past.
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I sat in a chair in Alice's significantly extensive closet, in front of her large, bright vanity mirror as she applied makeup to my face — something she was far more skilled at than I was.
The layer of cosmetics she painted onto my face was heavier and way more glamorous than I'd ever been used to — I didn't detest makeup, though the only products I owned that I ever used from time to time were tinted lip balm and a few dots of concealer to conceal any sudden blemishes that occasionally appeared on my face from hormonal aspects.
Nonetheless, this was more than I was accustomed to, yet I felt reassured knowing my girlfriend was a natural cosmetician, ergo wouldn't make me look like a circus clown in front of everyone.
As she took a fluffy makeup brush and patted on some white powder to set my foundation, I took a quick glimpse at the dress Alice picked out for me that hung behind the door.
It was a gorgeous pale pink gown made of silk, a tight-fitting bodice with a sweetheart neckline, thin straps made of satin that flowed over my shoulders, and a frilly floaty skirt designed with a lavish chiffon material that trailed to the ground.
Alice took it in herself to get me a dress that would be suitable enough for an event such as the Forks High School Prom. Though, the dress looked like it was more suited for a runway show in New York.
Nevertheless, it was still a beautiful dress, and was my favorite shade of pink that Alice also found to look lovely on me from her perspective — I thought the color choice was more than appropriate.
I also allowed her to give me a simple, yet elegant manicure using a similar color of polish to go along with my attire, making everything go perfectly together in contrast.
Even the shoes she lent me to wear were far more than I would've chosen. High-heeled, suede, berry-toned pumps — shoes I certainly took the time to practice walking in the past week before today.
Although Alice offered to lend me some ballet flats to wear instead, I thought the shiny pink heeled shoes would look better under the dress she chose — I luckily didn't find much discomfort in heels as much as other girls around me did, especially Bella, as I quickly learned from Alice who also assembled her ensemble for prom prior.
Much to Bella's chagrin, she knew nothing when it came to cosmetics or hairstyling, nor showed any interest in it, yet with her desire to look as perfect as possible in front of Edward, she knew Alice was the only suitable option for that result, and let her do her hair and makeup before mine at her house — an overwhelming experience for her without a doubt.
Despite the extravagant attire I'd be wearing, I still feared I'd look silly with the bulky cast that was still over my hand and ran up my arm.
Nearly eight weeks had gone by since the agonizing incident with James took place. Though much to my dismay, the prom was being held earlier in the month, a week before my cast was due to be removed — just my luck.
