Royalty

Sixty Two

a/n: ^^ two manips of summary & xandella. i posted both full pictures on my instagram if you're interested in seeing the whole thing :)

Chaos. I was surrounded by chaos.

People were yelling to each other, shouting demands while running around the room. Things were flying over my head as some people were tossing necessary items to other people. I felt like I was in the middle of a tornado or some kind of storm.

I was pulled out of my trance as someone hit me in the face with some kind of fluffy brush. Dust flew up, or at least I thought it was dust. It turned out to be makeup powder or something. This one lady was doing her best to try and cover up my bruises and cuts with makeup, all the while trying not to react to my wincing. She was also being careful not to get any makeup into the actual wound.

I had been at Summer's place for at least two hours already, and it was only now that the people wanted to get me ready for the premiere. They briefed us on exactly what their plans were and what they wanted us to do. A couple ladies took Summer away as they started discussing what they were going to do with her makeup and hair, and another person talked with her about certain jewelry pieces she had the option of choosing from.

A pair of hands gripped my wrist as I was whisked away in the other direction, just before some lady started to fluff up my hair and talk with terms I didn't know of. I couldn't keep up with everything that was going on; I just sat there in the chair they had for me and kept quiet as these strangers did their job.

I had gone into this thinking that I was going to be told what to do and what to wear and how exactly to look, but as time went on, I realized they were giving me a lot more choices than I thought I would have. I had the ability to choose which pair of shoes I wanted and which accessories I preferred. I mean, accessories was limited to a couple rings and a wide selection of watches, but that was already far more than I usually wore.

The watches they allowed me to choose from were all at least $40,000 each and from some jeweler called Harry Winston. For a brief moment, I stood there and argued with the guy that I couldn't wear something so expensive because if something were to happen to the watch, I'd be fucking screwed. But he waved his hand in front of my face and told me to select one.

So my outfit for the night consisted of a watch that was worth more than my life, a couple rings that cost as much as my rent for two months, a pair of slick black boots that I'd never be able to afford, and that swanky black suit that made me look like a different person.

God help me if I spill something on the clothes or scratch the face of the watch.

"There you go," the lady standing in front of me smiled as she held up a medium sized mirror. "Looks like nothing ever happened."

I grabbed the mirror from her and examined my face. I had to admit that she did a really great job covering up the marks on my face, making it look like she said: nothing ever happened. And my skin looked smooth as fuck. How does makeup do this?

"Wow, thanks," I spoke, handing her the mirror. "It looks, well, amazing."

"Good! If it didn't, I'm not doing my job correctly," she laughed. She shoved some stuff into her bag and turned away. "Now, I've got to do Summer's makeup."

She left without another word, and suddenly, this other lady had stepped in her place. She got to work on my hair, brushing it and adding some funny smelling stuff. As she spun the chair around, I had a clear view of Summer across the room. 

Her hair was slick straight, looking ridiculously perfect with not even one strand out of place. There was a lady on her left, painting her nails and making conversation. The smile on Summer's face was so genuine and beautiful, and I could only smile in response to seeing her like that. There were times I felt like I didn't have the right words to describe how amazing she was or how beautiful she looked, like words weren't good enough. She was better than words could describe.