Closed RP: Stephen, Susan, and Smexing
Susan had, quite fortunately, tried on her whole ensemble the night before, or she would have been completely bewildered by the whole makeup thing. Her hair was behaving itself, for once--she'd scared it into submission by the simple expedient of threatening to shave it off if it did not.
She had more than a few wedding presents to carry, one of which was a set of fireplace tools--not heavy, but certainly ungainly. Stephen had offered meet her, so he could carry some of it, for which she was (mostly) grateful--on the one hand, she needed help with all the damn stuff, but on the other...eep.
She'd managed to organize all her parcels when he knocked on her door, and, somehow managing not to trip over her hem, she turned and opened it.
"Hi," she said, in a voice that surprised her by sounding quite normal. "Come on in."