Don't Say a Word

Twenty Three

She ran for what felt like hours, as she neared the cabin it was still hours before sunset. She slowed as she noticed the strange car. As if sensing her presence the door opened and a woman stepped out of the passenger side. "Nicolette I presume?" Nic entered the clearing, her gaze moving over the woman. She appeared to be in her mid twenties, she was six foot tall easily, even if she wasn't wearing 5 in heels, but most importantly she was human since it was only 4:30. "I am, and you are?"

The woman smiled broadly and glanced back in the car. "Its her, hurry we have so little time!" She swung the door closed and walked gracefully in her 5 inch heels paying no attention to the uneven surface. "I'm Monica, I was sent to get you ready. We have a lot of work ahead of us dear lets get you inside and into the shower shall we?" She was ushering Nic to the cabin while she spoke a young skinny guy jumped out of the divers seat and ran to the back of the SUV pulling out a large tool box looking thing and a rack that instantly took shape once he pulled it from the back. She caught sight of dresses being placed on it before she was shoved inside. "Ready for what? What the hell is going on?"

"Oh there's a special gathering tonight due to your return. We were sent to make sure you were presentable, apparently there will be visitors from out of town tonight too! Isn't that exciting?! Now, no more talk, you smell. Get this stuff off and get into that shower we don't have a lot of time." She shoved Nic forward, shooing with her hands. "We have 3 hours before anyone is even awake." Monica groaned. "I know its not a lot of time, but I can make it work if you get into that shower!" '

Nic frowned at her, but did as she was told. She was worried she would follow her in and scrub her herself if she didn't. Twenty minutes later she stepped out of the shower and walked to her room with a towel wrapped around herself and a second one around her hair. She paused at the doorway at the display set up in her room. Two dress racks and a professional makeup station, and the tool box was a makeup case that had enough makeup to fix up a stadium full of people. "Overkill much?"

Monica spun around. "Please, this was the best I could do on such short notice. Come sit." She waved at the chair in front of the mirror. Nic sat and allowed her to work feverishly with her hair, groaning the entire time at how much hair she had, how jealous she was, but bet it was a lot of work to do all the time. Nic shrugged at each comment watching her comb and blow dry her hair. The man turned her away from the mirror and grabbed her chin turning her face side to side examining her. "Such perfect complexion." "Thank you."  she mumbled in response.

"I'm Christian, I'll be your Make-up artist today." Nic raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word. Christian laughed. "That's the expression my Dad had too. Don't worry doll, it'll be better than you can imagine." Nic sighed. "I don't doubt you, I just don't understand why this is all necessary." He just shook his head grinning and began moisturizing her skin.

It seemed like hours had passed with them primping her hair and makeup. She hadn't been allowed to look and finally gave up trying and simply closed her eyes and waited for it to end, she had fished her earbuds out and shoved them in her ears an hour ago and only opened her eyes when he tapped her chin, following signal directions while he applied mascara. She flinched as Monica sprayed hairspray over her hair. She felt it brush over her arms only to be wiped away with a wet cloth by Christian who was frowning at her. Nic chuckled and pulled her music from her ears. "Are you done?"

Christian and Monica both stood before her now  like proud parents sending their first child to prom. Nic frowned but slid from the seat, happy to be standing again. Before she could speak or turn to look at herself Monica ripped the towel from her and handed her something that was suppose to be underwear. Grumbling, Nic simply put it on and allowed herself to be ushered toward the racks. They forced her into a dozen dresses before they both gasped at one. "Perfection" She finally broke free of them and walked in front of a mirror. The dress was a dusty grey/green dress with a pink slip. The pink ribbon around her waste added a splash of color and it was what one might call subtle elegance.