"Y/n... don't do it...stop it..." I can barely get my feet to move as I slowly made my way towards her, tears burned in my eyes as I began reaching out for her to take my hand as my feet barely moved any closer toward her.
She looked back at me, the...
It was the fifth night of our internship and I was busy getting ready for the event Endeavor was hosting tonight...Well it’s more like he’s getting me ready for the formal party tonight. This whole morning and afternoon he hired makeup artists, hair stylists and fashion designers for the day to help me get ready and to be honest it was a lot of work. It was also weird that they were calling me “My lady” and “Mistress” and “Lady Gaara” . These names really weirded me out.
Trying on dress after dress and trying different hairstyles until the artiste were satisfied was exhausting even the makeup artists were tired of the others bickering.
Then the final dress they put on me was the one that everyone agreed on, I only saw it before they put it on me so they won’t let me see what I looked like until the whole look was complete. The dress they chose was a one shoulder rose gold formal dress, it looked really nice from where I stood.
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After they chose this dress the hairstylist worked on my hair while the makeup artist worked on my face.
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When they were done I was so relieved but it was now the big reveal. I was escorted to the nearest full length mirror, my eyes widened when I saw myself in the mirror. Everything went so well done, the makeup covered my scar on my right eye, the hair was perfectly done.
And the dress...it looked so well that I actually felt self conscious about it.
“You look splendid my lady,”
“Lady Gaara you look as dashing as you ever will,”
“Mistress you look incredibly beautiful,”
I turned around and faced everyone who work so hard to complete this look for me and gave them a smile, “Thank you, you three have done an amazing job,” They all began crying, “Oh it’s been so long since we heard those words,” Jacob the hairstylist cried, “Yeah your just like your mother, the kindest woman she could ever be, “ Claire the makeup artist agreed as well as she wiped her tears.
“You three done these things for my mother as well?” I asked as I watched their tears of happiness, “Yeah we would always do this stuff for her whenever she had to go represent her ancestors as the new mistress as the lady of the sand. Now you're the next one, as her daughter to represent your ancestors name. That dress you're wearing is your mothers. Oh your mother will be so proud of you and of how much you’ve grown up.” Jessie wiped his tears and they all gave me a smile.
