Ethan’s apartment was unlike any other she had seen. It was a small studio apartment, but the entire space was a giant piece of art. Graffiti decorated the walls, with canvases that depicted beautiful portraits of different scenes were scattered throughout. Small clay statues decorated most surfaces, with other smaller canvases lying around on the small spaces in between the statues. His kitchen counter was an entire outdoor scene of a family having a picnic. One smaller canvas caught her attention it was flipped upside down on the kitchen table and she had to do a double take as she realized that she could read the title that was on the back. It was titled Fallen Angel and was dated February 11, 2013, the day after she died. Before she knew …show more content…
Let your nails dry and then go put your outfit on. When you’re done I’ll double check your makeup, Kelsey should be here in fifteen minutes so try to be ready by then.” As she spoke Mary was walking out of the bathroom taking the curling iron with her. Angela stared at her nails, willing for them to dry faster if only so she didn’t have to be sitting in front of the bathroom mirror doing nothing. While she waited she thought about her date for the night. It was with Ben’s childhood friend Derek, she had met him once at a party and he apparently had asked about her. Ben gave him a glowing recommendation, which Kelsey had passed onto Mary, who had decided to say yes to a date on behalf of Angela who had been left out of the entire process. She didn’t remember much of Derek, he had been tall she knew that, and had seemed nice for the two minutes that she had talked to him. She remembered him being very popular with the ladies; they kept coming up and talking to him. She also remembered that Mary kept nudging her in the ribs, telling her how despite all the female attention he was receiving Derek kept looking back to …show more content…
Standing up, she scrunched her face up as she looked at herself in the mirror. Mary was a magician when it came to makeup; she had contoured Angela’s face to give it sharper features, and made the small amount of green in her eyes pop with the eye shadow that she used. Somehow she had managed to hide all of Angela’s flaws and highlight her best qualities, yet still make sure that she looked like herself. Walking into the bedroom she removed her T-shirt and Yoga pants and started to get dressed in the outfit that Mary had laid out when there was a knock at the door. “I got it! I got it! You just finish getting ready!” Mary ran for the door and quickly opening it before dragging Kelsey into the room and slamming the door behind her. “He’s going to be here in ten minutes, are you ready?” Kelsey asked. “Oh please, I thought she was rushed for time, if he’s going to be here in ten then A here has at least twenty to finish getting ready. You gotta make them wait at least a little bit on the first date.” Mary told them, wiggling her eyebrows slightly. “I’ll be ready in ten, I’m not going to make him wait.” Angela replied, rolling her eyes as she struggled to get the boots on. “You’re no fun A.” Mary pouted as she walked into the bathroom and grabbed the foundation and eye shadow palette. “Look up.” She commanded as she started to add slight touches of eye shadow to the underside of Angela’s
She had to rush to her dressing room due to everyone else already being there and in costume. Quickly, she put on her costume and did her hair and make up only to have a stage hand come knocking on the door, giving her the five minute warning.
"IM COMING, ONE SEC." I shout to her as I finish my makeup. People think I wear to much but I really like it. I brush one last time through my long bleach blonde hair. I grab my black book bag and my phone off my desk. I race down the stairs.
Emma stood with a hip jutted to one side, her right arm draped across her slender body, clasping the elbow opposite. Her head lolled down to one shoulder casting her long auburn hair onto her faded t-shirt that was two sizes too big. It hung so low that her shorts only just peeked below the hem, a fringe of denim cut-offs. Her stunning green eyes lit up as Georgia
He ended the call and tossed his cell phone back onto the desk. Hannah was asleep but he would have to broach the subject with her before Luv came into the restaurant tomorrow. He gazed at the framed photo of him and Lily on their wedding day that sat on the corner of his desk. She was radiant in a creamy ivory gown with antique lace and copper hair falling to her shoulders. He'd made her promise to leave it down on their wedding day. He hated all the “up-dos” women wore for their weddings when they would never wear their hair like that in real life. Her hair was her crowning glory, and he wanted everyone to see her as he saw her. Beautiful ethereal, radiant. As far as he could see the only resemblance Luv bore to Lily was her hair color. He didn't want Hannah to be confused, but maybe he wasn't giving her or Luv enough
Amelie was about to protest when she noticed Angela's expression. She was radient, glowing like the sun. If Amelie could blush, she was afraid she may have done so right then. That was the only thing that drove her to accept the money being offered to her, despite the frown she offered in return. Angela took hers in delight, and was out of sight almost immidiately.
We needed to get ready, put on our dresses and doing our makeup. We all traded dresses, Mckenzie and Isabel pulling on my matching floral dresses; Mac’s was blue with purple flowers, Isabel’s orange with pink flowers. The dresses flowed perfectly on their thin bodies, reminding me of colorful butterflies, twirling around with skirts like wings. I slipped on a soft dress that was the color of the night sky, my hair cascading down my back, and glancing over at Elise looking like an angel in a white
“Well, somebody is coming over tomorrow. It’ll be up to you to open the door for them.” Donald gets up and kisses Abby. “In the meantime, if I’m going to catch that train I got to get going right now. “
“You know I was thinking the same thing. I could have sworn that couple was seated after us and it looks like they already have their salads,” Patricia said, craning her neck to look around the dining room. While Patricia assessed the room, Leah basked in her appearance. At work, Patricia either wore her hair up in a slick bun or pulled down in a chignon. Her clothes choices were often solid colors ranging from navy to burgundy to gray. Tonight, Patricia’s hair cascaded to the shoulders of her violet and teal printed dress. Leah admired how the light danced with the reddish highlights of her mane. Patricia’s eyes beamed bright behind her glasses and her exuberant smile had been on display often as they chatted and
Seeing Josh emerge from the alley, the girl from the top floor perks up from her concrete perch. “There you are.” She places her phone on the apartment steps and rises. “I hope you don’t mind, well, you were asleep, so I took your clothes from the dryer and put mine in. I didn’t go through them or anything, I am just in a hurry. My girlfriends and I are going out tonight.”
“Carson, we cannot be late!” he said as he slid the small metal case into her regulation-size travel container as they stopped for a moment to let her fix her shoe. Time was too short. It had always been.
Rachel tried not to notice how close Dean was to her as he took up another towel and helped her. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t been in close proximity before. The last time that they had all stayed late together, Rachel had gotten so drunk that she was practically in his lap. Dean hadn’t pushed her away and even walked her home later that night. She had kissed him on the cheek that night, lips sloppily pressed to his cheek. Dean hadn’t pushed her away, but he hadn’t kissed her back either. There was no rejection, but there was no showing of interest either. Rachel’s cheeks still burned with embarrassment at the memory, knowing that Dean was probably interested in the beautiful women that were always in the restaurant. She tried to make herself content to watch him from afar and be his friend.
In response, he grumbled something under his breath and turned the other way. Hadley rolled her eyes before getting up. They were in Maxwell’s room, though she wasn’t entirely sure how they had ended up there or why they weren’t on the bed. She stumbled into the en suite to discover herself a disheveled mess. Her brown hair was tangled and still covered in glitter, makeup was running all over her face, and she was still wearing last night’s dress. After washing the black off of her face, and wiping off more of the glitter, she looked at Maxwell one last time before leaving the room.
“No, but I will,” Karen said, hurrying into the house. “They’re on their way,” she said, coming out the door.
“No, but I will,” Karen said, hurrying into her house and returned shortly, “I called them. They’re on their way.”
“No, but I will,” Karen said, hurrying into her house and returned shortly, “I called them. They’re on the way.”