The night had come. It was her birthday, and the gala. Lilith didn’t want to do the gala, but she had no choice. She had to obey her father and keep to her promise.
A team of women entered her room to get her ready. First, she showered, while her hair dried two women worked on her nails.
Then came the hairstylist. Her hair pinned up into a bun with several curled strands falling around her face complimenting its shape.
The final step was makeup which seemed to take the most time. Her patience was thinning as she tried to sit still and let them finish their job.
“All done,” the one woman announced while they packed up their supplies. Standing up from the chair she stretched her limbs with a groan.
“I think that was worse than the fitting,” she grumbled to herself walking over to her
