Two best friends find themselves bound to the Mikaelson's. One by blood and one by loyalty. They crave nothing more than the freedom from the family, but something always seems to drag them back in.
While trying to find their purpose in life outside...
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"I swear to God, Sarah. If you make us late, I'll never let you borrow a dress again." I shout, applying the last few touches to my makeup. She rounds the corner into the bathroom, plopping down on the bench beside me to start her makeup. I cap my mascara, looking over the dress and shaking my head.
"Absolutely not. This dress covers nothing. I refuse to listen to Rose lose her mind all night." She flashes me a devious grin, before leaning towards the mirror to start her makeup process. "Relax, Aves. Rose will be more concerned with champagne than my dress." I look over the black cocktail dress and shake my head again.
Before I could argue back, Kie comes in with a navy blue dress, holding it up for me to see. I quickly nod, standing up from my spot and rounding the bench to stand behind Sarah. Her brows pinch in confusion, as I bend down to undo her zipper and push the straps off her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" She sits up straighter, bending her elbows to trap the straps. "You're changing. Now stand up." I command, watching her roll her eyes before standing and stepping out the dress as it pools at her feet.
Something about the three of us getting ready together is very familiar. It takes me back to the thousands of times with Rebekah and Abbie. Arguing with Abbie over an outfit or rushing Rebekah to get ready. Spending hours picking shoes and outfits. Then doing each other's hair. I know I could never replace Rebekah and Avery, but Sarah and Kie have become really great surrogates.
"There. Are you happy?" She huffs, dropping back down onto the bench with a pout. The navy blue falls ¾ of the way down her thighs and doesn't have a plunging neckline. Kie and I share a look, before she walks out the bathroom going to finish getting ready. I run my fingers through Sarah's hand, before grabbing the curler and starting her hair.
As I curl her hair, I can't help but reminisce. I'd have to rush Rebekah all day to make sure she was ready on time, barely leaving on time. Abbie was much easier. Give her 2 hours and she's ready to go looking perfect as always.
In a sense, Kie is just like Abbie. Simple and minimalistic. The only difference is, Abbie loved dressing up, whereas Kie would rather shave her head.
Sarah and Rebekah would be best friends. They love the attention and glamor. Heaven forbid these two ever get ready together. They'd spend all day gossiping and giggling, never getting ready. Also, their taste in guys is another thing. They both could have anyone they wanted, but they choose someone you'd never expect. I guess that's what happens when you love someone.
