Dancing In The Moonlight

Rose

I sat in Anna’s closet room while Jade made the rounds, doing all our makeup, and Anna stayed on top of making sure all our mimosas stayed full. Lya kept making comments on how she didn’t see how this was any different from a wedding or an inauguration, and we all took turns telling her it was both.

Hair, however, was where Jade shone. She tried desperately to add some volume to my stick straight hair, her frustration growing with every attempt. She settled on waterfall braids and somehow got some soft waves to stick. I knew they would fall flat by the ceremony, but it was a noble effort. I was envious of what she was able to do with Lya’s auburn curls, though, taming the waves and weaving in little gems to randomly placed braids. Anna’s deep brunette hair was done up in a sophisticated updo with curls framing her face, and even Jade’s chestnut waves looked professionally styled just down.

I felt bland. I felt like an imposter surrounded by these ungodly gorgeous women.

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