If Cupid Had A Heart [MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 9 - Part 2

Emma left me right in the middle of having my hair highlighted to drive to her house and pick up her dress and shoes.When she got back, she received the same treatent that I did. Hair, nails and make-up except hers didn’t take as long because a lot more had to be done to my hair, which annoyed me because it basically implied that my hair was simply awful.

Emma didn’t let me near any mirrors to prevent me from seeing my new appearance because she wanted it to be a ‘surprise’. She assured me that I looked ‘great’ but she could just be saying that when in reality I look like a clown. I just hope that looking like a clown wouldn’t be the surprise I was getting. But with Emma you can never be too sure.

When we drove back to my house to get ready, the boys were nowhere to be found. Although, we did find a note stuck to the stairs. It read that they wouldn’t be back until five o’clock, which meant that they would be gone for another hour so we proceeded to going upstairs to my room.

“I think we’re done.”  Emma announced excitedly, my eyes were closed as she held my hand and led me towards the full length mirror in my room. I could feel her buzzing with excitement next to me. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” I answered nervously.

“Wait!” she yelled, I flinched in surprise. “This has to be perfect.” And then she delicately brushed a strand of my hair back into place. “There.”

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“Go for it.” I could hear the wide grin that was plastered on her face. My eyes fluttered open and I waited for my eyes to adjust to the harsh light of the room.

“Holy crap! “ I was in shock and Emma squealed and bounced up and down.

“I’m so glad you like it!” she exclaimed. She looked at me smugly in an I-told-you-so way and I rolled my eyes. She eyed me from head to toe, silently nodding to herself as she admired my new look.

“Like it? I love it!” I confessed. I seriously don’t give her enough credit sometimes.

My dark hair was styled in a delicate french braid and my  make-up was simple and had a natural look to it but still made my usual dull brown eyes look brighter. The dress that Emma had picked for me hung beautifully from my body while my new high heels matched it perfectly and making my legs look longer. Although, I had no doubt in my mind that they would start killing my feet in no less than an hour of wearing them.

“Want to know what the best part is?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.

“I don’t really care but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.” I groaned sadly.

Emma rolled her eyes, “Your hair is no longer, wait for it...” she paused. “Dull and lifeless.” She stated teasingly.

I laughed hysterically, “AHAHA! That’s hilarious! I’m dying of laughter.” I retorted sarcastically.

“I know, I’m so funny that I could become a comedian.” She smiled.

“Yeah...No.”

“Get a sense of humour, will you?” She stuck her tongue out at me.

 “Are you two done yet or what?” Dylan yelled impatiently from downstairs.

“Just hold on!” Emma shouted back.

Shockingly, we spent about an hour and a half getting ready, or rather Emma did. I’m not sure why we took so long considering that we only had to change into our dresses, put our shoes on and that was about it.

Aaron, Dylan and Jason came back at five o’clock like it said on the note that they left. They were forced to wait because we, I mean Emma wasn’t ready yet. So every five minutes one of them knocked on the door asking if we were ready yet.