And Then There Were Four

There was no way out of this, and honestly, I was fine with that. If they wanted to dress me up then so be it. I could play the part, for once, instead of always trying to control a situation because I didn't want to do something others did for a chance.

considering she loved everything bright and cheerful.

Watching Trixie work her magic with makeup, I found myself entranced by every swirl of the brush that played against my skin like a canvas being painted by an artist. She didn't go super heavy, and she didn't dive too much into the bright colors I assumed she would have, Instead, she went with a dark purple lipstick and cool black smokey eye that matched my flawless skin, and when she curled my hair, she left every strand in a perfect spiral that fell down my back in waves.

If there was one thing I loved about myself, it was my hair, and seeing how she took such care with it touched me for some odd reason. It was as if she knew I was particular about this part of myself, and when she finished and laid down the curling iron, I stared at a version of me I almost didn't recognize.

"Do you like it?" she asked softly, causing me to turn to her with a smile.

"Trixie, I love it. You really have a talent for this stuff."

Shrugging her shoulders and giving a meek smile, we both broke out into laughter just as Sansa reappeared from my closet. "Okay, I think I have the perfect outfit-damn girl, you look good!"

Her exclamation to my appearance caused me to laugh again as I stood from the small vanity seat, making my way towards the closet. I didn't know Sansa very well but from the little I did know; she was quite the character.

Her fun loving and very blunt personality almost matched my own. But she also was very artistic and had Trixie's bright, happy persona. It was as if someone had decided to blend Trixie and I together and come out with a third to our quickly growing friendship circle. The moment I stepped into the closet, I was shocked.

I half expected something bright and outstanding, but instead, that was far from the truth. Sansa also seemed to know my style, and the black skin tight dress she picked out for me was to die for.

"Look, I know you love black, so I

kept it simple. However, I expect you to be in those killer ass shoes." I had no idea what shoes she was talking about until I turned towards where she was pointing and spotted the bright red and black dagger O designed heels. The silver of the blade glistened in the light,

screaming nothing but danger.

Of course, there was a bottom to the heel tip, but the designer was able to implant the danger into the heel, giving it a terrifying look I was in love with.

"Where in the hell did those shoes come from?" I gasped as I quickly picked them up. "I don't remember those being in here."

Gazing back up to Sansa from the

shoes, she shrugged with a smile as she turned towards Trixie, who remaine laughing. A part of me knowing they planned this

somehow. That all of it was part of their plan to make me go wild tonight. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Something I wasn't sure about doing. Seeing as parties and I only end in regrets and bad decisions. "Stop over thinking it, Cassie." Sansa said jokingly. "Get dressed." She was right, I was overthinking it. At least, I think she is right.

Taking a moment, I mustered the

courage I needed and took the dress into the bathroom to change. If I was going to prove I could be someone who was competition, then Thad to stop second guessing things and take initiative.