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Round Two

From The Frills

She bumbled about, clumsily avoiding bouquets of pink balloons and bundles of glittering princess-themed banners scattered throughout her humble home while her mother, stood with her aged neck craned over the polished marble sink of the kitchen, noisily breathed out sighs and grits of agitation as the time ticked by slowly but surely.

While her mother continued to fiddle with the pretty pieces of the tea sets, she watched as the little lady of the day, her younger sister who had just turned four, twirled out from the entrance of her playroom where she had set up a tea party for her honored guests to take part in.

The younger girl scampered about, her cheeks rosy, her blue eyes bright, and her lusciously curly blond locks rich and sunny. She was dawned in a frilly pink dress with a silky white bow grandly tied around the middle, and she proudly modeled her frilly socks and frilly pink wand decorated with frilly bows, stating that an excessive amount pink and frills were quite suitable for her age now.

The magnificent chime to their house went off and the birthday girl let out a screech, racing for the front door as her mother chased after her, but not before breathlessly ordering the older girl to quickly hang up the last box of frilly pink banners. She hesitated, taking a glance around the room and wincing, thinking that the three walls and the ceiling fan above her draped in pink was quite enough.

Yet she carried out her mother's orders, grumbling to herself as a multitude of cooing and adoring voices sounded, quickly followed by boisterous laughter. She pursed her lips as her fingers found the silky and lacey material, and she admired the cool touch against her warm fingertips as she glided her index finger gently over the pale pink.

A soft yet gruff clearing of the throat prompted her out of her weightless reverie, and she quickly stood up, loosing a bit of her footing, causing the small cardboard box of pink lacey frills to bounce up with her, quickly creating an impact with her shoulder and spilling over the side and atop the tiled floor.

She blushed, avoiding contact with the culprit as she quickly crouched down and swept the stringy frills back into the box, but not before a homemade chandelier of frills that had been messily taped to the ceiling fan above her head fell loose and flitted to the ground in pink feathers, catching strands of her messy dark hair before flopping atop her head.

Soft yet heavy footsteps sounded in pleasant taps against the floor, and she squirmed slightly as the footsteps stopped short before the body crouched down before her. Gentle and curious fingertips ran across her forehead, brushing aside the fluttering frills, and she sheepishly glance up to find warm brown eyes lit with amusement, belonging to one, and one person only.

He grinned before offering a comforting hand, and she shyly placed her hand in his before his touch enveloped her senses as he urged her upwards. He ruffled at the pile of frills which were sat atop her head like a hat, and she poked him in the side, silently chastising him for his actions. She was suddenly stunned to silence by an enamored and undeniably heart-stuttering peck as his lips cherished the heated skin of her cheek, causing yet another shade of pink to blossom from within the room.

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