Ashley Evans was the older sister to Elle Evans. Three minutes to be exact. She was best friends with Lee Flynn and her sister. Elle and her were inseparable. That all changed once she started hanging out with Noah Flynn, Lee's older and hotter brot...
Today was the day of homecoming—one of the most anticipated nights of the school year. I paced nervously in the living room, glancing at the clock every few minutes as I waited for Elle to get home from work. With only a few hours left to get ready, I desperately needed her help with my hair and makeup.
Finally, I heard the familiar sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway. I rushed to the door and saw Elle walking through, a flurry of bags in her arms.
"Hey, what took you so long?" I asked, unable to hide my impatience.
"I had to pick up some things from the store—and I got our dresses!" she exclaimed, placing the bags of food on the kitchen island with a triumphant grin.
"I thought you already got them two days ago," I replied, helping her unpack the groceries and put them in the refrigerator.
"I couldn't! Soccer practice ran an hour late, and I called you to grab them, but you forgot!" Elle said, her tone light but exasperated as she headed upstairs with the dresses.
"Oh, right," I murmured, feeling a twinge of guilt as I followed her up the stairs.
We arrived in our room, and I quickly hopped into the shower. I lathered my hair with shampoo, letting the steam and warm water wash away my nerves. After shaving my legs and rinsing off, I dried myself, slipped into a comfortable pair of underwear, and wrapped myself in my fluffy pink robe.
Emerging from the bathroom, I saw Elle already setting up her curling iron. "Alright, now close your eyes. I'll tell you when I'm done," she instructed, her voice confident and playful.
I obeyed, feeling the anticipation build as I heard the soft hiss of the curling iron. Fourty minutes later, she gently nudged me. "Okay, open your eyes!"
I hesitated for a moment before slowly peeling my eyelids apart. I gasped at my reflection in the mirror. My hair cascaded in loose curls, with two sections elegantly pulled back and pinned with bobby pins, framing my face perfectly.
Elle had worked her magic on my makeup too. My eyes were adorned with a stunning golden smokey eye, accentuated by bold winged eyeliner that made them pop. A touch of light red lipstick completed the look, giving me a confident and polished appearance.
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