𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓪 - 𝕊𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪

𝐼'𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒

"IVY!" I hear my name called throughout the house, the voice coming from upstairs. I look to the side from my spot in Colby's lap, taking my eyes away from the movie playing on the screen.

"What on Earth?" I ask, confused.

"I'm guessing the girls want you to start getting ready," Colby replies, loosening his grip on me.

"But we just got home from alcohol shopping like 30 minutes ago! I thought we'd have more time!" I grumble, reluctantly rising from my spot. 

"I learned French for you!" Cameron exclaims on the TV, right before I pause it. 

"You're not allowed to watch this without me," I say, pointing at Colby. He holds his arms up in surrender and rises from the couch too. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm going to see if Sam needs help with his costume. Will you come and help me with the makeup and hair stuff?" He asks, and I nod.

"As soon as mine's done, I will," I say and start walking up the stairs. Colby follows, stopping at Sam and Kat's room, and Sam looks up from his spot on the bed, doing something on his laptop. 

"Kat's in Devyn's room," He says to me immediately, and I thank him and walk down the hall. When I get in, I'm bombarded.

"GIRL, how are you doing the pink and blue of your hair?" Kat asks, leading me over to a vanity chair.

"I have box dyes for each colour, and you were literally with me when I bleached my hair at the salon yesterday. I'm just going to follow the directions on the box," I respond, and she immediately shakes her head. 

"No. I'm going to do it for you, and we're going to put it up and make it look all pretty, and then Devyn is going to do your makeup," She rants, and all I can do is nod along.

"Okay."

An hour later, my hair is pink and blue on the ends, bleach blonde throughout the rest of my hair, and resting on my shoulders. I pull on the shirt of my costume, leaving my sweatpants on for now. Kat leads me back over to the vanity chair from the bathroom, grabbing a brush and pulling my thick hair into two high ponytails. When she finishes, Devyn takes over, swinging the chair so that I'm no longer facing the mirror, but her instead. She applies a light foundation first, making my face whiter, and then proceeds to do the rest of the "Harley Quinn" makeup. Finally, when she's done, she swings my chair back to face the mirror.

"Woah," I utter, surprised with how utterly she's transformed my face.

"Yeah. I'm that good," Devyn replies, grinning. She's already done her makeup, a more natural look with lots of pink. Kat sits down in the chair so that Devyn can do hers next, and I run her hair through my hands, already bleached like mine, and cut in Tiffany's hairstyle. All it needs is styling, so I go and get my hair tools, blow her hair out and style it 'til it looks perfect. As Tiffany's makeup isn't intricate, Devyn was done relatively quickly. Since she opted to use a wig rather than dye her hair, she went to pin that in place, just as Tara burst into the room.

"Surprise shorties!" She yells.

"Says you." I shoot back, and she gasps, acting offended. "Where's your costume?" I ask as I see her in jeans and a long shirt. 

"In my duffel bag. I'm going to be an angel," She says grinning, swinging around so we can see the duffel bag on her shoulder

"That's ironic," Devyn comments, wig finally intact, and Tara whips her head towards her.

"I'm being bullied today!" She complains. "I was going to ask if someone could help me pin my halo in place, 'cause it's really hard, but y'all probably just want to watch me suffer," She says, and Kat laughs.