Getting Ready For The Ball
Phoebe stood in front of the mirror critically looking over her costume for the night.
She was carefully fixing her hair so she could put the crown on and then apply the kohl to her eyes.
She stepped back from the mirror and the chiffon strips of her skirt brushed against her legs. Okay, that sensation was going to have her crawling Cole like a totem pole before the night was through.
Cole... he was either going to try to forbid her to wear the outfit or not leave her side all night. He knew better by now to try the forbidding thing, but it was more likely he was going to be her constant companion, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
She fastened the golden sandals around her feet and then stepped back.
Oh yes... perfect.
She was carefully fixing her hair so she could put the crown on and then apply the kohl to her eyes.
She stepped back from the mirror and the chiffon strips of her skirt brushed against her legs. Okay, that sensation was going to have her crawling Cole like a totem pole before the night was through.
Cole... he was either going to try to forbid her to wear the outfit or not leave her side all night. He knew better by now to try the forbidding thing, but it was more likely he was going to be her constant companion, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
She fastened the golden sandals around her feet and then stepped back.
Oh yes... perfect.