Within the next few moments of walking down the remainder of the hallway, Scarlett allowed herself to recall the moments from earlier that day:
Touching, tugging, and snipping. Thatās what Scarlettās day had consisted of, so far. Who knew it was going to take seven hours to be fixed into perfection, and taught how to maintain it? Scarlett sure didnāt, but apparently, thatās what it would take. As soon as a plump woman pulled out a miniature waxing kit, Scarlett began to regret the mission. Only once had she ever tried waxing, and that experience left her with a large burn at the side of her calf. Well, that was probably due to the fact that she had attempted doing it herself. Bracing herself, Scarlett awaited the pain that would come from having several hairs pulled out of her arm.
āAye-yeee!ā The same woman shrieked, immediately glaring at Scarlett who had her nails deep into the arm of the woman that peeled off the wax strip. āSorry,ā Scarlett said, giving an apologetic smile.
A few hours later and Scarlett was a new person- well, more like a better improved person. She stilled looked like Scarlett Mccarthy, but now more like Olivia Cross. āAnd youāre done!ā A thin woman with purple eye shadow said. āGoodluck!ā
āAnd now Iām cursed...ā Scarlett mumbled as she left the room into the hallway.
āAye-yeee!ā The same woman shrieked, immediately glaring at Scarlett who had her nails deep into the arm of the woman that peeled off the wax strip. āSorry,ā Scarlett said, giving an apologetic smile.
A few hours later and Scarlett was a new person- well, more like a better improved person. She stilled looked like Scarlett Mccarthy, but now more like Olivia Cross. āAnd youāre done!ā A thin woman with purple eye shadow said. āGoodluck!ā
āAnd now Iām cursed...ā Scarlett mumbled as she left the room into the hallway.
Before she knew it, Scarlett was letting herself into a small square room with an L shaped couch, a television, and a second door right next to it. It was obvious no one had arrived yet, including Madison, her usual partner. She wondered how Madison had taken the āseven hour makeover.ā
Picking up the stack of folders on the table, Scarlett began to look through them, finding nothing unfamiliar. But at the bottom of the pile were two unsealed envelopes. Scarlett dumped her and Romanās envelope's contents onto the table, revealing a handful of pictures that were obviously 'photoshopped,' considering that this was their first meeting: one was taken at a beach, both laughing while Scarlettās arms were wrapped around Romanās neck and her legs encircling his waist in a piggyback. Another one, dressed to the nines, dancing with each other. It suggested they hadn't known the photo was being taken, bodies pressed close together, eyes fixed on each other, small smiles on their faces that suggested they were sharing a joke. Love. They looked like they were in love. It was scary, the intricate lives they were living. It was a character- it was a person- a person you had to become without losing yourself. Now, that in itself was even more dangerous than being unarmed.
Scarlett continued to examine each picture as she waited for the arrival of the others. To say she was perfectly patient would be a lie.