Kissed by Ms. Carla Krae

Author:Ms. Carla Krae [Krae, Carla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00H13NJN4
Publisher: Willowick Publishing
Published: 2013-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Jacob called the next morning to tell Beth his friend was free to meet up around lunchtime on Saturday. It was too late in California to call Mom, so she sent her an e-mail about the benefit party tonight and added a line about meeting a photographer tomorrow to pick her brain.

Vivian wanted her to start getting ready no later than five o’clock, so she stayed close to the house other than picking up the prints she had developed. She never did much with make-up and only knew how to braid her hair, but, whatever put Vivian at ease.

She came into Beth’s room when she was almost done blow-drying her hair. “Come with me, Elizabeth.”

“What for?” She set her brush on the bathroom counter. “I’m almost done. Promise”

She smiled. “Just come to my room, please.”

“Okay…” Still in her robe, she followed his mother down the hall.

Vivian’s room looked like a decorator showcase in a magazine, everything perfectly in its place. She walked to a dressing table and indicated Beth should sit on the stool in front of it. She sat. Then Vivian gathered Beth’s hair in her hands and made a twist while she watched in the mirror.

“You don’t have to do that,” Beth said.

“Indulge me. I never had a daughter’s hair to play with.” Vivian tucked the ends of Beth’s hair into the twist and slid a comb in to hold it in place. Then, she reached for a few bobby pins on the table. “There. You can dance all night and that won’t fall out of place.”

Dancing…heh. There were no plans of making a fool of myself in front of a hundred strangers.

She pulled a make-up palette and a few brushes out of a drawer. Beth started to move out of the way to let her sit down and finish her routine. She placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m not done with you, yet, dear.”

“Huh?” Beth glanced at the make-up. “Oh, I don’t wear that stuff.”

“Trust me, Elizabeth. I promise you’ll only be a lovelier version of yourself.”

She chewed on her lip. Vivian didn’t look like she was budging on this. Sighing, she closed her eyes. Vivian didn’t take long at whatever she did to her face. She felt brushes touch her eyelids, cheeks, and lips for all of five minutes.

“Done.”

“Really?”

“You can open your eyes, dear.”

She turned to the mirror, put on her glasses, and stared at her reflection. Mirror-Beth was her, but better. Vivian had used the barest hint of color, but her eyes were defined and she now had cheekbones. The only noticeable touch, really, was the rose on her lips. She’d never worn lipstick before and the texture felt kinda weird.

“Thank you,” she said finally. Rude of her to stay silent so long.

Vivian smiled at her in the mirror. “You’re very welcome. Go get dressed, now.”

“Okay.” She started to leave, then turned around and hugged his mother.

“Oh! One more thing.” Vivian went to her dresser and brought back a small box. “A woman is naked without jewelry.

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