Room 519, Friday Evening
Eve was gleefully getting ready. She was absolutely in love with her prom dress and had already vowed to find some other reason to wear it because it was just that damn awesome.
She stood in front of her mirror, trapping her hair up in a deceptively simple hairstyle that was an absolute bitch to do by yourself but would look absolutely gorgeous when she was done. Which explained the mouthful of bobby pins. What, like she had anywhere else to hold them?
She swore as she burned herself with the curling iron yet again.
[Particularly for the boyfriend and/or the best friend, but open to anybody who'd want to peek in on her.]
She stood in front of her mirror, trapping her hair up in a deceptively simple hairstyle that was an absolute bitch to do by yourself but would look absolutely gorgeous when she was done. Which explained the mouthful of bobby pins. What, like she had anywhere else to hold them?
She swore as she burned herself with the curling iron yet again.
[Particularly for the boyfriend and/or the best friend, but open to anybody who'd want to peek in on her.]