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๋𐙚 ༉‧₊˚✧

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๋𐙚 ༉‧₊˚✧


𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧:

"evie! mal" melody ran on the grass with her washed out pink heels clicking behind her.

"i've been looking for you both everywhere i need your help." she breathed out.

"what is it?" the two girls ask in unison

"carlos he asked me out" she smiled

"like a date?" mals mouth dropped open after she was just asked the same question by the prince himself.

"yes! i don't know what to wear or what to say, i need major advice."

"luckily for you both i'm great at fashion and advice, we can handle this." evie smiled grabbed the two girls hands.

"bye doug." melody smiled as the trio walk up to the girls dorm.





"okay. easy on the blush." mal says taking evie's hand off her.

melody was sat on the table doing her normal makeup while evie was helping mal.

"i dont wanna scare him away." mal laughs

"not like i could." she says causing melody to look at her in confusion.

"please my mom taught me how to apply blush before i could talk. always use upwards strokes." as she finishes the girls blush.

"my mom was never really big on makeup tips i never had a sister." mal says

"well now you have two." evie refers to her and melody.

"we're gonna need all the family we can get if we don't pull this off my mothers not a barrel of laughs when she doesn't get her way, just ask snow white." evie scoffs.

"what do you mean 'pull this off?' "melody asks turning to the girls in confusion, she always thought something was off whenever she was with the vks like they were planning something or acting strange with her.

"oh never mind us you know villain things why don't you concentrate on looking your perfect self with dear carlos." evie says turning the girl back to her mirror and straightening the bows in her hair.

"are we done?" mal asks as they stand up to the mirror.

mal laughs nervously "i know" evie says grabbing her shoulders.

𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬, carlos de vilWhere stories live. Discover now