the Dracul don’t really have boundaries, so I hustle behind the rail of clothing and strip down to my underwear, glad I packed something small and black lace, before trying to wiggle into the dress.
“Lucille, I’m gonna need your help,” I tell her coming out from behind the rail, one arm over my chest as the top half of the dress falls down my front. “How on earth do I put this top half on?”
She laughs and stands, looping my arms through two of the straps, and pulls another over my head. Once she moves everything into place, she steps back and takes in the look. I walk over to the mirror on the far wall, and take in my reflection. Holy shit I look hot. But like, dominatrix hot.
I always have been a fan of leather and lace.
Kain is going to lose his shit.
A pang of guilt rips through me for focusing on such trivial things when so much is at stake, and the others are dealing with so much back home, but I try to stuff it down, telling myself that this is what I need to do to help all of us, even if it does seem ridiculous.
“You look amazing. You should leave your hair down, but I’m going to put some color on some strands of your hair, to match your eyes, and then once your make up is done, and I find those shoes, you are going to look every bit a Queen.” She claps her hands together, and practically bounces on the spot.
“Okay, let’s get your hair and makeup sorted, I’ll text my daughter to bring us the shoes, and then you’ll be good to go.”
“Don’t you need to get ready?”
“Oh, it won’t take me long, it never does.” She waves me off, and has me sit at the dressing table by the windows. She rummages around in a bag that hangs from the rail, pulls out a tube and a comb before heading back over to me.
“Okay, so eyes closed, and tilt your head back for me. This won’t be permanent, it’ll wash right out, but it’s going to look amazing.”
“I trust you,” I tell her with a shrug, because while I love my hair, I’m not so fussy about it that if it fucks it up, I’d be furious. I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and let her work her magic. It’s hard not to fall asleep where I sit as she plays with my hair.
“Okay, up and into the bathroom, we should’ve done this before you got dressed, but I didn’t know it would look so good. Just throw your head over the edge of the tub and I’ll rinse you out. Then we’ll just blow it out back into those fabulous waves you have.”
“Sounds good.” I let her lead me into the bathroom, and just let her do as she wishes. I’m not usually this pliant, but she’s Luc’s sister. I’m hardly going to be a bitch to her for doing her best to get me ready for whatever is coming tonight.
She wraps my head in a towel and leads me back to the chair I was in. “Close your eyes.”
I do as she asks and then she blows out my hair, as I again try not to fall asleep. Man I need some coffee.
“Okay, done. You can look now.” I open my eyes at her words and gasp at my reflection. The black of my hair contrasted with the bright violet looks amazing. There’s not too much, but just enough to make my eyes pop.
“You, Lucille, are a miracle worker.” I tell her, and she blushes.
“Thank you, you’re an easy canvas to work on. Do you need some help with your makeup?” she asks, and I see her look at her watch.
“No, I’ve got that covered. You go get yourself ready.”
“Amazing, thank you. I will send Emilé over with the shoes for you as soon as I get back.”
“Thank you, now go. Get yourself sorted. Thank you again, so much. My hair is fabulous, and well, as long as I don’t fall out of the dress, I’ll be fine.” I laugh, and she joins me shaking her head.
“You’ll be fine, that thing is pretty fitted.” She grabs the rail, and I open the door. She flashes away with the rail and I close the door behind her, doesn’t matter how many times I see that, I don’t think I’ll get used to it.
I sit back in front