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The tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. She was too sad to cry out or wail, she just stood there as still as a statue...
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"BREATHE in and out... in and out... okay, that was in, and not out... don't give me that look."
Currently (and regretfully), Evie was helping Mal prepare for her double-dinner-date with Queen Snow and King Florian.
Much against Mal's wishes, she was forced to wake up at 5am on the dot to get dressed — to which it was now 7am and Evie was mindlessly doing her hair.
It wouldn't had taken so long if Mal didn't accidentally start chewing on her nails mid-way of having her corset tightened. That ruined the nail polish and led to her needing yet another set done — all in a timely manner or whatever the Fairy Godmother usually said.
"If I breathe any further, I'd suck in a tree," grumbled Mal.
Evie only laughed it off, quite used to her best friend's mournfully attitude over their past life — a life where she could sleep in all day and pick at her nails.
"Hey, on the brighter sider, it'd make you glow," responded Evie, lovingly.
Or choke.
Which she hoped for.
"E, I don't wanna glow... I wanna sleep..." Mal grumbled more.
"Put the pout away," warned Evie as she grabbed one more hair clip, "You look pretty."
"Didn't say I looked ugly."
"Oh..." Evie lightly giggled, ".... Mixed up my support system."
"Was that one for Jane?"
"Yeah, she's a mess this week," sighed Evie.
"When isn't she-"
Mal barely had the sentence out before a swift smack was planted on her arm.
Evie stared down at her best friend with disapprovingly, "Be nice."
"It's the truth," Mal argued, smacking her arm back, "That girl is like... the Captain Hook of insecurity."
"We're going to focus less on your attitude and more on how that made no sense."
"I tried. I'm not Carlos with the brainy references."
Evie softly hummed as her brush gently glided up Mal's blonde hair, "Or Doug... Doug loves making brainy references."
An eye roll danced in Mal's eyes.
"Did I roll my eyes when you mentioned your nerd? No, I didn't," said Evie, sternly.
Mal nearly choked on her own spit.
"You mean our nerd? That geek isn't just mines. We share him equally. Jay gets the profit."
"And what do I get?" asked Evie, playfully.
Mal pretended to think on it before snapping her fingers.
"Got it."
She leaned closer with a smirk.
"Chocolate-coated strawberries."
It was Evie's turn to roll her eyes with an amused laugh, "That's your deal of the share."
"A very good one."
Two knocks vibrated against the wooden door, interrupting the girl's conversation.
"Queen Mal. Your king awaits."
A dreadful glint flickered in Mal's once-vibrant green eyes.
"Time to make your people smile," Evie prepped as she hurriedly put away the hair materials, "And your smile... where is it?"
A slow, crooked smile spread across her plump lips.
"Good," Evie beamed, gently tapping her cheek.
Good? There was nothing good about wearing this soul-crushing corset.
If the kingdom wanted queen's dead, they should've just said that.
