After a couple more brushes, and moving a few strands here and there, she finally achieved an image of perfection. Well probably not, but as far as she was concerned this was the best it was going to get. With her hair done, she moved onto focusing on all the makeup.
That was just the beginning of it all. She still had not even the slightest clue what she was going to wear, not to mention all the accessories to go along with it.
‘Hmm, maybe a pair of jeans? No, no, that would be to casual. What about that red dress of mine? Oh wait, that wouldn’t work, no heels to go with it. Hmm, how about…’
Whilst beginning the process of powdering her face with foundation, her mind wondered from the helpless topic of what to wear, back to something more familiar. Just why exactly was she even putting herself through this hell? She should not even be thinking about that. With a sigh, for the time being she pushed the thought away and instead tried to focus on getting the blush right.
That did not last long. As she continued the process, again her thoughts ran away from her. If only she could be spending her time curled up in bed with some chocolate and Kellin Quinn’s voice serenading her to sleep.
Finishing with the blush, she moved onto doing her eyes. It was at this point she just simply gave up. She was literally in tears from all the poking and prodding, which yet again, subsequently ruined her eye liner and mascara for what felt like the thousandth time that night. Sinking to the floor, she almost screamed out in helplessness. She would have if not for the fear of freaking out Court’s friends, and in turn disappointing Court.
‘Why did Court have to bring them anyway? It’s not fair!’
Things were bad enough with the idea of having to leave the comfort of her home and go out, but no, Court just had to push it by bringing along those other two. It might have been somewhat okay if she knew them, but the ones who had come, well, she barely even knew their names.
After ten minutes of silent tears and sulking, she finally mustered up the strength to pull herself together and soldier on. One thought pushed her to do it: “I mustn’t embarrass Court in front of her friends by ruining her night.”
With that thought in mind, and that alone pushing her, she slowly but surely finished.
At long last she was done. It only took her three quarters of an hour but now she was finished, with the eye liner, mascara and eye shadow anyway. Now only the lipstick or gloss was left, well at least in the make up department.
Whilst picking out a lipstick, the internal war continued to rage within; it was a war between want and duty. Whether she would disappoint Court yet again for her own desires, or please Court at the cost of her own self security. She knew what would win over, she was going out with Court. As if staying home was really an option.
Despite that, it still did not stop the thought of staying home from lingering in the corners of her mind like a sadistic tease.
Eventually a lipstick was chosen; a simple red. Nothing special, but it would serve, so too would the clothes and accessories. In the end, a tight black dress, matching six inch heels accompanied by a zebra print headband, an onyx ring and a gold heart locket tailored with ruby were chosen and donned.
Oh but how she would have preferred to have been with no make up, wearing a pair of comfy trackies and a loose jumper instead.
Now that she was finished, well in her mind anyway, she forced a final look in her en-suite mirror. She could not have turned out to be that bad could she? After all, she had just had spent the best part of four hours pampering herself.
She was wrong. Seeing herself staring back, she felt disgusted. She had successfully managed to make herself look like a cheap whore. It was no surprise as to why her ex had dropped her on her ass.
Despite caking on a fuck-ton of make up, straightening her hair and putting on her ‘clothes to kill’ (or so she was told) she still looked pitiful.
‘No wonder he chose that blonde bimbo over me. Anybody who was half blind would have done the same.’
“C’mon, hurry up lets go!” The words of a slightly annoyed voice of one of the friends, pierced through the silence, rudely interrupting her train of thought. They only served to further darken the storm that was quickly becoming her mood.
Snapping back with annoyance she replied, “Just give me a sec, I need to make some final touches. Not that they could possibly make any difference.” The last sentence was grumbled under her breath.
It was true. No matter what she did, she would never be attractive, not even remotely close. But maybe she could pull off passing for average. That she could settle for. Even so, it was not even really important. The main reason for all this attention to her self image was to buy time. If she was lucky, she might get an extra ten minutes before she was to make a fool of herself in some club.
“But you’ve already spent like an extra two hours from when we arrived,” added the other equally annoyed friend.
“Vie, don’t make me come in there and drag you out myself,” called out Courtney, in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Her time was up. She could procrastinate no more. “Ugh. Fine, I’m coming. Chill out for fuck’s sake.”
“Sounds like someone’s on the rag.” If that response came from anyone else she would have lost her shit, but alas, it came from Court.
“If only. Then I wouldn’t have to do any of this.”
“C’mon, Vie, don’t be all doom and gloom on me. You know most people would kill for a night out, and god knows what else for free drinks.”
Unable to stay pissed with Court, she settled with a meek, “I guess it can’t be that bad.”
“That’s the spirit!” Oh how Court could push her buttons being all sarcastic and shit.
“Just hurry up. I have a cab ready and waiting for us out front,” snapped one of the friends in between her and Court’s conversation.
“We’re coming, we’re coming.”
“We are, aren’t we, Vie?” privately queried Courtney in a softer, yet serious tone.
Sighing, she forced out an agreement which was to be the final nail in her coffin. “Lets get this over and done with.” With two quick sprays of a soft delicate perfume, she stepped out of the bathroom.
Meeting her friends, or more like Court and her friends, she was greeted with an ambush of lies.
“Oh, gorgeous,” called out one.
“Reoww,” mocked the other.
“I think we all forgive you for delaying us this long, don’t we girls?” The last part dripped with venom.
“Yeah, sorry,” replied the two others simultaneously.
Rolling her eyes at how superficial their apologies had been, Vie motioned for them all to get going. This was going to be a long, long night, she could already tell.
