Room 304, Saturday evening

[chasingangela]

After getting Isabel to fix her hair, Angela stood before her wardrobe. She had the dress, shoes, and a crystal-strewn mask; the dress was elaborate enough that she needed little jewelry.

Smiling at herself in the mirror, she added a little lipstick and waited for Marty.

Comments

[oatmanspatient]

She didn't have long to wait. Marty was there at the door knocking with an armful of roses, a nice looking tux and a big grin on his face.

[chasingangela]

Angela opened the door. "Hi," she said. Then: "Wow."

[oatmanspatient]

"Wow yourself," Marty replied with his mouth hanging open. "You're blonde."

[chasingangela]

"I am!" Angela said. "I let Isabel do it because it looked better with the dress."

"You like it?"