The Non British Princess

Part 7

It opened out into a massive room filled with noise. Men and women dressed in black and white rushed too and fro around the room. Tables with mirrors and trolleys of makeup lined up every free spot of wall.

Girls sat in chairs, who I assumed were just like me, having their nails and hair worked on quickly.

"Lady Amelia and Lady Isabelle have been delivered." Camber spoke to a nearby maid and she nodded gratefully.
After a moment I looked back and our aids were already gone.

I noticed the cameras, propped up on stands in each corner of the room and filming every movement.

I stood beside Amelia until a lady came over to assist Amelia to a seat.

Then I was left to wait as another maid came over. She put a hand on my shoulder to lead me away from where Amelia sat and towards the other end of the room.

I was stationed on a recliner chair that I sat on and was spun around to face a large mirror that I could see myself perfectly in.

The maid, who had a white button up shirt on and wore a black skirt, started by introducing herself with an enthusiastic expression,
"I'm Tracy, I'm here to do your makeover. Tell me if you want anything specific done."

She looked at me and I gave her a nod, including a small smile that she didn't return. Tracy began by arranging bottles of lotions and oils, picking out different scents and testing them on the back of her hands.

Before applying anything she waxed my legs that were already starting to show hairs again from the last time I shaved. I hoped they weren't getting this on camera.

Tracy then applied a peach scent to my arms and legs, making me feel shiny and oily.

Next she skillfully plucked a few of my stray eyebrow hairs which was quite painful. Carefully, she took the pins out of my hair and left my curls drape over my shoulders.

Tracy looked at me through the mirror as she felt my hair, testing the volume in her hands.

She smiles at me through the mirror, "Honey, what do you say about some dye? You would look stunning as a redhead."

I can't help it as my mouth pops open in surprised but I recover quickly, "Uh, no thank you. I like my hair the way it is."

She just nods, "Alright."

She then moved my chair around to a sink where she ran my hair under a tap with warm water.

As the shampoo and water ran over my head I felt tingles over the back of my neck, relaxing as I listened to the bustle of noise in the room. Tracy did a quick but thorough job as she rinsed my hair.

Then Tracy moved me again, letting the next girl go to the sink who had clearly just had her hair dyed. She blow dried my hair and brushed it so it was neat again.

She spun me back to the mirror and began to braid small sections of my hair that she wrapped around into a half up do. I was pleased with the style. 

Tracy then asked for my opinion before she added makeup to my face, a light layer of foundation, blush and eyeliner.

The maid checked over me once more before announcing she was finished. 

"You look beautiful dear." She says and directs me to wear I need to go now, across to a separate section of the room.

I was met with more staff handing out dressed to all the girls. They quickly piled my arms with clothing and sent me to the nearest change room.

The room had a mirror, clothing hooks and a bench.