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Chapter 22

I was going to upload this chapter tomorrow but I think my best friend will go crazy with anticipation if I don't do it now. So here it is Chapter 22. Enjoy people! And don't forget to comment and vote...

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Last night I may have been very bright but tonight’s outfit, chosen by Cassie, is even brighter. I am dressed head to toe in neon pink. Am wearing hot pink plastic framed glasses and baby pink platform shoes; similar to the ones I remember seeing on Cassie in a few weeks ago.

“Cassie are you sure about this?” I asked looking at myself in the long mirror inside the wardrobe.

“Becky you look amazing!” She said squealing and clapping her hands excitedly.

Those were the words I was dreading because if Cassie said I looked good that meant I looked slutty and fake. If I hadn’t been so hungover I would have protested but my pounding head and the overbearing urge to be sick prevented me from doing so.

I nodded in an attempt to convince myself I looked okay. It was a hen party after all; I was supposed to look ridiculous. Wasn’t I? I picked up my bag off Cassie’s bed and went to walk out of the door when she caught hold of my arm almost making me lose balance. 

“You’re not leaving yet! I haven’t done your makeup!” She said letting go of my arm and tip toeing over to the bathroom in her own shoes. Makeup? Oh god. I was going to look like a radioactive orange! She came back into the room clutching a large purple metal makeup case. It was as I feared; she opened the case up to reveal layers of drawers stacked high with the most unnatural coloured makeup you could think of.

She picked out a tube of what I took to be foundation and squeezed a blob of it on to the back of her hand swiped back my fringe and dabbed a huge splodge into my forehead and then blending it out down the rest of my face with a brush. She then began taken out various different makeup elements and in turn applying them all on my face. I couldn’t at this point see what I looked like but that didn’t stop me from imagining. The makeup was caked on my face so much that I could feel it weighing down my skin. It had only been on my face a matter of minutes but I was already wanting to remove it.

“Almost done!” She glowed. No quite literally she glowed. I didn’t have to look in a mirror at my reflection, it was standing before me. I was going to look like a five foot real life Barbie. That might have been Cassie intentions but it was not one of mine when I had agreed to letting someone else organise my hen party.

After applying some ridiculously flamboyant fake lashes we stepped out of her room and into the corridor. Her with a broad excited smile spread across her face and me with a nervous one.  I knew I looked bad when I saw the look upon Liam’s face when we met him in the corridor.

“Doesn’t she look amazing Li?” Cassie said running up to him and hugging him from the side whilst looking at the piece of art that she had so inconveniently made upon my face. He pushed her off him, in the same nature that someone would swat a fly. He did not stop looking at me instead stood there with a gobsmacked face, unsure of what to say next.

Cassie finally got the message and walked off riled by Liam’s actions. The corners of my mouth creased at that. Liam was still staring at me so I rolled my eyes.

“What?” I said huffily.

“Nothing...it’s just you look like the spitting image of Cassie.” He was still staring at me in disbelief.

“Oh my god I don’t do I?” I said looking down at my outfit.

“Yeah I have to say you do!” He said smirking clearly seeing that I was distraught about the way I looked right now. “I don’t think I’ll have trouble seeing you if I meet you tonight!” He laughed. I buried my face in my hands. “Come here!” I took my hands from my eyes and could see he was signalling with his hand for me to step forward. I did so and he began wiping parts of my face with the cuff of his shirt. Normally I would have shouted at him for getting his shirt dirty but at this moment I really couldn’t care what state he was getting it in. I looked like a traffic cone judging by the colour that was beginning to coat his sleeve with every wipe.