Superheroes Suck

Chapter 41: Picture Perfect

When I arrived back at Murphy's house, I pulled into the hillside garage entrance. Similar to the entrance at the Hideout, the door slide up to reveal a runway down to the basement level garage. Most of the staff parked down here to keep their cars from cluttering up the Thompson's mansion. The left side housed staff parking but with the influx of people for the party, I knew there was no way I'd find a parking spot so I turned right, to where they kept their extra personal cars. I had seen Murphy put the code in once or twice so I entered and parked next to Murphy's car.

I walked over to the lift, thankful I wouldn't have to climb up a series of stairs to the first floor. I was in no mood to trek all the way up, I was dreading meeting Murphy's parent's face to face. I had met his mother of course, a few times when we were younger and a handful in passing over the years.

I managed to avoid most of the chaos by ducking down side hallways and avoiding the center of the house. Murphy's wing was thankfully on the same side as the garage, though the stairs were near the entrance to the ballroom. I made it to my room relatively unscathed, checking to make sure my room was locked. I was still a little paranoid after that guy burst into my room out of nowhere.

The green dress lay across my bed, along with a matching pair of golden pumps and jewelry to match. Shoes had completely slipped my mind while we were searching for a dress so I was thankful Murphy thought ahead enough to procure a pair for me. I'd probably be showing up in the same pair of converse I had been parading around for the last week.

I checked the clock and decided to relax until the people came to do my hair and makeup. I wasn't quite on board when Murphy told me about it, but Murphy insisted, saying his mother had them rented out for the entire evening so I gave in.

The threat of Stromer loomed over any excitement I may have had for the event. We all know something is going to go wrong tonight, whether it's an attack by Spitfire or all hell breaking loose with Murphy's parents and all their rich people friends.

It's obvious, this is my life we're talking about.

The was a knock at my door, "Is this Nova's room?"

"Yes it is! Come on in!" I called over to them, making my way over to the table thingy with a mirror. I'm going to be straight with you, I don't know what it's called.

Two men walked in. The taller of the two, who I assumed was the hairdresser, stood by the door watching me with either disinterest or annoyance. He didn't seem quite as happy as his partner to be helping me. The shorter of the two walked over first to introduce himself.

He looked down at me with the most unreal blue eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, "Hello," He spoke in a Australian accent, though there was something familiar in his tone and those eyes. I couldn't quite place it though, "I'm Sonny and that over there is Ian. I apologize for him, don't take it personal...he's just mad he has to help you. He was banking on only having one person to do tonight and spending the rest of our time goofing off. Your boyfriend only asked us this afternoon but I don't mind, we're gonna make a mint after tonight."

"It's okay," I stole a glance the taller of the two. He looked quite a bit older as well, maybe somewhere in his thirties while his partner looked like he couldn't be older than twenty-five. "I'm ready whenever you are."

I left everything up to their discretion, more than happy to leave the decision to the professionals. They did a real nice job with it, Sonny gave me a dark green eyeshadow and bright red lips while Ian curled my hair. It was obvious that Ian was good at what he did, his own hair was curled to perfection.

Sonny wished me good luck before leaving while Ian lingered behind, scowling before turning away and granting me look under his sunglasses. I didn't dwell on it further because, haters gonna hate. Instead, I finished getting ready. The gold shoes were a little taller than I would have prefered but they were doable.