Playing the Ice Princess

EIGHT

"Playing dress up begins at age five and never truly ends."

-Kate Spade

CHAPTER EIGHT: In which she gets ready for a date (an innocent one, of course)

Brianna really did visit six hours later, carrying three suitcases full of clothes, two suitcases full of shoes, and one huge, I mean huge makeup bag.

"They let you have this much luggage?" I asked, gaping.

She shook her head, her blonde hair falling gracefully into place... girl, you aren"t in a shampoo commercial, so how the hell do you do it?

"I had to leave the rest in New York..." she pouted. "This is why I hating flying anything other than a private jet," she grumbled under her breath.

"And why didn"t her royal pain in the ass fly using a private jet today?" I asked mockingly.

She flicked her wrist dismissing my mocking, "They couldn"t get it ready in time... what time is it right now?"

"Almost two-thirty." I answered, having checked the time a couple minutes earlier.

"Oh goodness, no! We have to go-go-go!" She grabbed my arm and dragged me inside the house, as if she knew the way.

"Oh-em-gee! It"s really Brianna Knight! I"m a huge fan! You"re my idol!" Hailey"s pestering voice echoed from across the hallway.

We froze, and Brianna whispered, "Is she t-the one?" I nodded. Of course I told Brianna about my bratty stepsister... and about everything else in my life.

She sighed dramatically, and turned around giving Hailey a dazzling smile, "Good afternoon, darling. Are you the adorable stepsister Hailey, that Lila tells me about?" I snickered at her sarcasm saying adorable. Of course, a ten year old wouldn"t be able to recognize sarcasm, but a grown ass woman could.

Hailey squealed which sounded like a hyena screeching, "You told her about me? I am like so sorry about thinking you"re a horrible excuse of a sister, and about the time I painted your clothes pink, and about the time I licked all the frosty off of mom"s cupcakes and blamed it on you, and when I-" I zoned out out not hearing rest, not wanting to hear her annoying ramble... the criminal confesses at least... wish I had enough storage on my phone to film the entire thing as evidence.

"Hailey," I said tired. "Go to your room, now."

"Ugh, fine. I take it all back. You"re still a b***h," and she dashed quickly to her room, leaving me gasping. She did not just say that! How does a ten year old even know such a vile word? What are they teaching children at school nowadays...

"Young lady! You come back here right now!" I yelled after her, but she already closed her door, the clicking sound of the lock echoing in the hallway.

"Forget about her, we need to get you ready, now!" Brianna said as she pointed to a room. I nodded indicating that room is my room.

She grabbed my arm, pulling me inside the room. Once inside, she locked the door and said, "Let the fun begin!"

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Alright I officially regret calling Brianna for help. My body is aching from trying at least twenty different outfits, and my scalp hurts from being pulled into different types hair...

"Brianna!" I screamed frustrated, "Please, please choose an outfit already!"

"You i***t," she starts scolding like I"m a two year old, "I"m doing you a favor,"

"Why not just pick an outfit that Liliana would wear?" I asked, slightly annoyed she called me an i***t.

"Well, he"s gonna know. I mean, knowing your dad, he"s gonna make you two meet, and if you dress similarly to how Liliana would dress, he"s gonna get suspicious. Now do you understand why it"s taking so damn long?"

I nodded, amazed at how she shut my complaint butt right up.

"Here. Try this one, and if it doesn"t work, I give up... nah just kidding. You"re too precious to give up on," she winked.

I smiled at her. What an amazing friend... and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic theme song plays randomly... Nah, I wish.

I went back to the little dressing room she and I had made out of curtains and stripped out of the current clothes I was wearing, trying on the clothes she gave me. I had a feeling, this one is the one.

I came out and did a twirl, this is perfect! And so comfortable. I was wearing a simple gray long-sleeve sweater with lace trimmings around the bottom of it with a pair of black skinny jeans and cute brown boots, with lace knee socks.

Brianna clapped as she gave herself a pat on the back. "We only need to do your hair and makeup now... nothing too bold like what Lila would wear, and nothing too light like what Liliana would wear. Something right in the middle." She said, as she patted the seat on front of the silver vanity set I owned.

She did my hair in a simple chignon with a silver feather hair barrette holding it together. My makeup consisted of slight foundation, mascara, pin-up eyeliner, and rose-nude lipstick.

I looked in the mirror and said, "I am ready," while Brianna said, "You are ready," at the same time. We looked at each other and giggled. I looked at the time, 4:13 PM.

"Crap! I"ll see you later," I said as I ran towards the garage looking for one of Lila"s cars.

"I"m staying over, so you can tell me all about how it goes! And have fun!" She yelled out, as I get in the car.

I highly doubt I could have fun with a jerk like him that insulted me, well technically insulted Lila, but here we gooooo....

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