~Savannah's POV~
I wake up to the enchanting smell of coffee. It smells so good that I actually heave myself off of the couch. I manage to check the time on my way up. 12:00 p.m. Oh heck. I'm up with the roosters today!
My nose urges me toward the kitchen and I rub my eyes as I enter, adjusting them to the light as Rachel dancing around the kitchen comes clear into my vision.
"It's too early for that" I state, retiring my rear to a seat at the bar.
Her dancing only slightly subsides.
"I give it less than an hour and you'll be dancing with me" she retorts and I smile at truthfulness of it.
"Hit me with some coffee" I say, laying my head on the table with a slight thonk.
"Literally?"
"Why of course. I always wondered how it'd be to melt."
"Could always just dowse you in water" she snickered, sliding a complimentary hotel mug filled with coffee my way.
I forced myself from the table and sought sugar and milk, my creamer substitute. I mix them in and take light sips.
"Sooooo tonight" Rachel says and my heart automatically skips like seven beats.
"Tonight" I repeated, turning my eyes down into my coffee.
She scoots into the bar stool beside me.
"I'm really nervous" she halfway smiles.
"And excited" I remind her with a smile of my own.
She muffles a laugh and sits tranquil for a little while.
"We should, um.. Like spend the day getting each other... pretty" she finally suggests.
"Sounds like a plan!" I responded, finishing off my coffee and rising from the bar, as did she. And she was right. The caffeine shot through me like fireball, and thus the "making each other look pretty" session began.
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I had, to our astonishment, somewhat tamed Rachel's red curls and now she was working on curling my natural, nappy ones into big, bouncy ones. It's now less than an hour until the affair of our "fancy" double date. All day has consisted of sharing exfoliating tips, surfing Pinterest, and even going out and window shopping. We'd just recently helped each other with the makeup deal. I glance over at our dresses hanging on the bathroom door. Mine is short and light blue, squeezing my upper torso, and flowing out at the bottom. It has diamond-like sequins spotting it, as does Rachel's. Hers favors mine a great deal, actually, except a light pink.
My eyes fell back to my reflection in the mirror. We were both wearing these cotton bath robes at the moment and I was excited ten minutes later, to be sliding into my snazzy dress, but I longed for the comfort of the robe and missed how soft and warm it had been.
Sliding into our heels, we looked like princesses.. Or models.. Or something pretty and done up. I squirted -or maybe a more appropriate word would be bathed- Wonderstruck all over myself. We stole our last glances at ourselves, and each other, and then ventured out to the hotel lobby to meet our guys.
