Afterlife - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,171

get sued!”

“Shut up!” She said in a playful manner that made me smile. Once she’d finished drying my hair she put it in huge curlers until I looked as if I could pick up a radio station.

“What are these for, I'm not wearing my hair down.”

“I know, but when I put it up I want the ends curly, anyway don't you trust me?”

My answer in my head wasn't the one I gave.

“Of course I do but...”

“No buts, leave a master to work please,” she said waving the comb round as if it was her magic wand.

After my hair was done I was allowed to leave the torture chamber which was better known as the kitchen and do what I wanted while she worked on my Gothic attire. She had already taken my measurements, which weren't far out from her own and lucky for me she had the same shoe size so I could borrow some from hers as all my wardrobe held these days were sneakers, known to me as trainers and a pair of boring black work shoes that were flat!

To be honest I didn't have the most productive day, as it was hard to do anything with what felt like a transmitter on my head. The day went by surprisingly quickly and after having my nails done and my eyebrows shaped, I was ready for my make-up. I felt like a big kid’s doll as Libby was clearly loving every minute of it. She spent what seemed like ages doing my make-up and my face started to ache from holding it so still.

“What time is Jacky boy picking you up?” She asked as she was applying powder to my pale cheeks.

“We said about eightish... why?” I said in a worried tone

“No reason, just wanted to know how much time I had.”

“Lib's it only six.”

“Yeah, but I still have to do your hair and then we have to get you into your dress,” She said, starting on my eyes. I still hadn't seen the dress as she wanted it to be a surprise, but I knew her true motives behind it were so it would be too late for me to back out of wearing it. She also wouldn't let me look in the mirror once my make up and hair were done. She hadn't left out a thing, from curling my eyelashes to matching the hair clip with the colour of the dress, which she’d told me was purple and black. The colour purple started to bring back memories but I quickly pushed them to the back of my mind where Draven was locked up tightly. This was one night that I wasn't going to think about him, I made myself that promise.

When everything was done I only just had enough time to get into my dress as Jack was now sat downstairs with Frank and from what it sounded, they were both watching a game. Libby had timed it to a tee as when I finally had been strapped into my dress I only had enough time for a quick look in the mirror.

I was speechless...I was completely blown away and Libby looked at me with near tears in her eyes and her hands covering her mouth waiting for me to speak. I could barely believe it was still me...I looked...well... sexy!

I was wearing a tight fitted corset that looked as though it had been moulded to my skin as the black and purple velvet material snaked around my frame making it curve in all the right places. It was tied with a thick purple ribbon that went all the way down my back touching the cheeks of my behind and to the top part on the skirt. The skirt carried on the design twisting to the front of my leg where a big slit ran up exposing my thigh.

The rest of the skirt ripped down in layers, some bits nearly reaching the floor and others in a net material that gave the skirt body. It moved gracefully around with me when I turned in the mirror. I had been conned into wearing knee high black leather boots with a tall heel but it wasn't as hard to walk in them as I would have thought. One leg was completely on show while the other was hidden under the multiple layers of black. But this wasn't the part I was most worried about. No, because the stiff boned corset was creating an eyeful of bust that I