Blair's POV
Mother had already come into my room that evening to, of course, pick out an outfit that she wanted me to wear. We hadn't really spent a lot of time together; she was always with Valor or on a shopping spree to add more to her already piling collections of shoes and accessories.
I was in a light sleep by the time she came; she nudged at me lightly to take a shower, and I didn't protest. It was already such a long day… I didn't want to argue or drain any more of my energy.
“Come sit here, sweetheart, I'll do your hair and make-up. I already picked out the best dress for the occasion.”
With a small sigh, I reluctantly sat in front of the dresser and just sat there quietly as she started to define my curls and do light makeup on my face.
“You really want me to do this?” I ask
