Simspiration 10/4/10 "How does it feel to be/One of the beautiful people?"
I posted this over at sim_spiration as well, but I figured I'd post it here in case people missed it. (Some minor grammatical edits on this version because I don't have a paid account to freakin' edit posts).
“How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?” Rhys sang along with the radio that was playing in his and Eden’s bedroom. His dress shirt was untucked and the vest and tux jacket that he was going to be wearing that night were still on the hanger. He leaned over Eden’s shoulder as he checked his hair in the mirror, smiling at her reflection. She smiled back.
“Ow!” Eden said as she felt her hair being pulled.
“I’m sorry, miss,” Eden’s stylist said apologetically, turning her attention away from Rhys and back to Eden’s hair. “Your husband is quite handsome,” she whispered.
Eden’s smile was sincere when she said, “He is, isn’t he?”
“Perhaps my daughter’s husband should leave the room and take the music with him. Clearly he is being a distraction,” Mary said with a glower. She didn’t like Rhys’ taste in music; even less so ever since he had taken to playing the radio, loudly, whenever he and Eden…retired to the bedroom.
“Baby you’re a rich man. Baby you’re a rich man. Baby you’re a rich man, too,” he continued to sing along. It wasn’t clear if he had heard Mary’s suggestion or if he was just outright ignoring Mary. Based off the wink he gave at her reflection, Eden assumed it was the latter.
“No, it’s okay. I apologize,” the stylist said. “Besides, I like the Beatles.”
“Humph. Well, what I would like for you to do is to make sure that Eden’s eyes are drawn out. The color of eyeliner and eye shadow should be written on the card I gave you. Oh, and if you could make sure not to use lipstick that is too red. The last color that was used made her look like a clown. She has a very generous mouth that can sometimes look rather awkward at some angles if it’s not shaded properly. The last thing we want is to give the gossip sites even more fuel for the fire.”
Eden attempted to not let her mother’s comment affect her. She wasn’t sure which she hated worse: the long hours sitting in the makeup chair endlessly being groomed, or her mother’s ‘helpful suggestions’ that always seemed to nit pick at how she looked. She clenched her jaw and there was pain. Apparently she had been grinding her teeth in her sleep again.
Rhys leaned over her again. “How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?” he sang along. And then he kissed her neck.
“How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?” Rhys sang along with the radio that was playing in his and Eden’s bedroom. His dress shirt was untucked and the vest and tux jacket that he was going to be wearing that night were still on the hanger. He leaned over Eden’s shoulder as he checked his hair in the mirror, smiling at her reflection. She smiled back.
“Ow!” Eden said as she felt her hair being pulled.
“I’m sorry, miss,” Eden’s stylist said apologetically, turning her attention away from Rhys and back to Eden’s hair. “Your husband is quite handsome,” she whispered.
Eden’s smile was sincere when she said, “He is, isn’t he?”
“Perhaps my daughter’s husband should leave the room and take the music with him. Clearly he is being a distraction,” Mary said with a glower. She didn’t like Rhys’ taste in music; even less so ever since he had taken to playing the radio, loudly, whenever he and Eden…retired to the bedroom.
“Baby you’re a rich man. Baby you’re a rich man. Baby you’re a rich man, too,” he continued to sing along. It wasn’t clear if he had heard Mary’s suggestion or if he was just outright ignoring Mary. Based off the wink he gave at her reflection, Eden assumed it was the latter.
“No, it’s okay. I apologize,” the stylist said. “Besides, I like the Beatles.”
“Humph. Well, what I would like for you to do is to make sure that Eden’s eyes are drawn out. The color of eyeliner and eye shadow should be written on the card I gave you. Oh, and if you could make sure not to use lipstick that is too red. The last color that was used made her look like a clown. She has a very generous mouth that can sometimes look rather awkward at some angles if it’s not shaded properly. The last thing we want is to give the gossip sites even more fuel for the fire.”
Eden attempted to not let her mother’s comment affect her. She wasn’t sure which she hated worse: the long hours sitting in the makeup chair endlessly being groomed, or her mother’s ‘helpful suggestions’ that always seemed to nit pick at how she looked. She clenched her jaw and there was pain. Apparently she had been grinding her teeth in her sleep again.
Rhys leaned over her again. “How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?” he sang along. And then he kissed her neck.