A few hours later, I found myself obsessing over how I should look for Jess’s performance tonight. I’m not sure why it was such a big deal to me but I just felt like I needed to look perfect. Tonight just felt like a huge thing for me. Of course, going and supporting my girlfriend was a big deal either way.
Jess was currently downstairs with her hairdresser, Alisha, getting ready. I had met Alisha quite a few times before and I thought she was nice. All of Jess’s friends were really nice though. So as of now I was currently in the en suite trying to sort out my own appearance. It took ages as usual just to dry my hair from my shower earlier and so after choosing what to wear, I was now sat in front of the mirror staring at the pile of hair and make-up products.
To be completely honest, my focus has been coming and going today. I was really trying to feel normal but the medication was just making it impossible. It was like I was having to choose between being a nervous wreck or being a shell of a person. There was just no in between.
I jumped when I felt a hand touch my shoulder, only to look up and see Jess behind me through the reflection in the mirror. My feelings of surprise were quickly overtaken by pure awe at how gorgeous Jess looked tonight. She was always beautiful, of course, but tonight she looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was curled and tousled slightly, but in an elegant way and her make-up was done soft and natural which is what I thought suited her.
“You all right, babe?” Jess asked as I felt her fingers comb through my nearly straight hair. Her gaze stayed locked with mine through the mirror.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I told her, glancing down at the sink. “Just having a hard time concentrating is all.”
Her fingers stopped running through my hair and I felt her lower her hands to my upper arms, turning me around to face her.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t feel well, you know,” she said.
“No, I want to go. It’s just trying to fight this medication after weeks of letting it take over my life is hard. But I want to try now. I want things to change,” I said, more to myself than to her.
“I’m proud of you, you know,” she smiled. “Let me do your hair and make-up for you.”
Before I had a chance to answer Jess suddenly lifted me up by my waist. I squealed slightly as she sat me down on the edge of the sink, a slight smirk on her face. She stood on her toes to kiss me lightly before plugging in her curling iron and getting out whatever else she needed.
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An hour later, Jess had flawlessly done my make-up and curled my hair so that it was flowing down my back in elegant waves. I had made a remark earlier about how I really needed to cut my hair which resulted in Jess raving about how much she loved it. I’m fairly sure she was trying her best to tell me not to cut it without actually sounding controlling. I’d just laugh a bit to myself as I’d continue to wind her up, claiming that I should just cut every bit of it off. I would never, of course, but that didn’t make it any less fun to joke about.
Jess was just adding the finishing touches around my eyes before we had to leave. Her face was scrunched up slightly in concentration and with our close proximity, it took everything I had in me to resist leaning in those last few inches to kiss her. I didn’t of course since I knew there would be no time to do our make-up over again.
“You have the most beautiful eyes,” Jess said quietly. If I’m honest, she told me this all the time and I still fail to notice how my eye color seemed so spectacular to her. I usually just took the compliment but I was honestly curious.
“You say that all the time,” I laughed. “What do you find so intriguing about them, hmm?”
She paused for a second, considering her words before she spoke them. Her gaze never left mine as she started to speak.
