Note to self: learn social skills

Chapter 9

After eating a $30 chicken plate, and running to the jewelers to let some middle-ages creep wax on and on about my complexion, I follow Mrs. Monroe into her room at The Palace, which she maintains permanently for whenever she decides to come into the city.

At approximately 3:00 the hairdresser appears at the door.

"Come on Katharine, let Molly take a look at your hair."

"I thought Hal wasn't coming until 6:00." I say. Three hours seems like way too much time to get ready. They laugh at me and drag me into the bathroom where a chair has been set.

Molly the hairdresser frowns at my hair. I almost tell her, don't worry, I do the same thing every morning. It's much too frizzy to deal with.

"It'll go up." She says confidently.

"No!" I say quickly.

They both look at me.

"It's just... well... my ears..." like that should explain it to them.

Molly pulls my hair back away from my face. "What's wrong with them?"
Hey! So, comparatively, it wasn't that long of a wait. Sorry it took as long as it did. So read and enjoy! (And savor because it's exam week).

Chapter 9

After eating a $30 chicken plate, and running to the jewelers to let some middle-ages creep wax on and on about my complexion, I follow Mrs. Monroe into her room at The Palace, which she maintains permanently for whenever she decides to come into the city.

At approximately 3:00 the hairdresser appears at the door.

"Come on Katharine, let Molly take a look at your hair."

"I thought Hal wasn't coming until 6:00." I say. Three hours seems like way too much time to get ready. They laugh at me and drag me into the bathroom where a chair has been set.

Molly the hairdresser frowns at my hair. I almost tell her, don't worry, I do the same thing every morning. It's much too frizzy to deal with.

"It'll go up." She says confidently.

"No!" I say quickly.

They both look at me.

"It's just... well... my ears..." like that should explain it to them.

Molly pulls my hair back away from my face. "What's wrong with them?"

"They're huge." I tell her.

"They're fine."

"They're huge."

Molly sighs, "I'll fix them, okay?"

Great, so now she's a plastic surgeon too?

Nearly an hour later I open my eyes and see my hair up, but swept softly over the tops of my ears. I can hardly tell how huge they are. "It's looks good, thanks." I tell her.

Soon a girl with painful look tools appears and pokes at my face for another half an hour until she's tells me I look perfect but doesn't let me look. Then my dress is shoved over my head, shoes on my feet and creepy guy appears to put huge dangly diamonds on my ears.

"Those aren't real are they?" I ask, worried. I slip and those suckers will go flying.

"No, but no one else needs to know that, do they sweetheart?"

Finally I'm turned in front of a mirror and I blink in shock. A girl, or woman? is standing there, with a glazed look on her face, a pack of people around her. I assume that girl is me, but she looks nothing like me. Her hair is tamed, she's wearing a dress that fits, she's standing in heels that somehow makes her legs look long and she sort of looks... pretty-ish.