Liz was led down a dozen steps down the hallway when a door opened to her right. Westley held the door open and gave a slight bow.
"A small deception, but one that I hope can be forgiven?" he said as she stepped into the room. A large oval mirror stood in the middle of the room, and beside it hung the most beautiful dress Liz had ever seen. On the dressing table were hair combs and various hair accessories.
"I can't..." Liz started."I mean I had..." Westley gently placed his finger on her lips to silence her. "Trust me." Liz felt tears in her eyes and nodded.
"Great, now how am I going to do all this while I blubber?" he demanded. He took her purse and placed it on a chair and handed her the dress. "I'll be back in a jiffy. Call if you need help." he said winking.
Liz took a deep breath and quickly stripped off her t-shirt, jeans, socks and shoes. The dress was a deep wine colour, and it felt like silk. Seeing no zipper, she slipped it over her head and looked in the mirror.
A quiet knock sounded and Westley stepped into the room behind her. Liz saw his reaction in the mirror and blushed.
"You look ravishing" he whispered. She smiled and turned to face him.
"It's not too obvious, I mean that.." she asked, indicating her chest. He shook his head and turned her back to face the mirror.
"See how the fabric falls here"he motioned "and here. You really cannot see a thing."
"But how does it feel? Too Tight, too loose?"
"Westley, you sound more worried than I feel! It feels extremely comfortable"
He sat her at the dressing table and looked at her hair in the mirror. He chose an antique diamond hair comb and placed it in Liz's hair.
"Voila!"
"That's it?" Liz asked "No curling irons, no hair spray or dazzle?"
"Why mess with perfection?" Westley replied, without a hint of humour in his voice. Liz felt herself blushing again.
"And the final touch...." Westley placed a diamond necklace across her throat. It was stunning.
"Oh I couldn't.." she protested.
Westley took her left arm and put a matching bracelet over her wrist. Leading her back to the mirror, Westley turned her so she could see the full effect.Liz gasped.
"Belle of the ball" he said. He placed black shoes with a low heel for her, and she laughed when she felt cushioning in the the bottom. They were actually comfortable.
A knock sounded on the door and Westley sighed. "Interrupted again..."
Liz walked to the door and opened it.
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Girl Almighty
FanfictionEveryone wanted to be their best friend. To be one of the guys, dreaming of it becoming something more. But what if you had all that, and you knew they still couldn't see the real you?
