are right now.” She bit her lip, obviously trying not to laugh.
Brianna hesitated and wrinkled her brow in confusion. “Why, what’s wrong?” she asked, her head bowing as she surveyed the front of her cloak.
Amber reached over her shoulder. Her slender fingers brought a few stringy strands of black hair forward. “I can’t believe you didn’t remember you were wearing that .” She shook her head. “I swear, Bri, sometimes I think you’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached.”
Brianna’s cheeks flamed when she realized what Amber meant. She still wore the witch makeup. Namely, the hairy wart, stringy black wig and blackened teeth. “Great.” She slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. “The first man I’ve met in ages that I’m even remotely attracted to, and I have to be in my Halloween get-up.” Scowling, she rushed past Amber and headed toward the bathroom, disgusted with herself. No wonder he’d looked at her the way he had. It hadn’t been admiration. It had most likely been horror. The wart she had looked real, very real.
Brianna swore under her breath, horrified that she’d been in such a hurry, she’d forgotten to remove the makeup she’d grown to dislike so much. It was a good thing she decided against the green face paint. Or maybe not, as at least with the face paint, he would have been able to tell she was in costume. “Geeze, wearing just the wart, I must have looked like some horror movie housekeeper or something.”
“Storybook hag,” Amber said, in a singsong voice from the other side of the door.
Making a face, she stared at herself in the mirror, totally horrified she’d made such a stupid mistake. Brianna shook her head. It was just like her though. Flighty, forgetful, just plain stupid! She heaved an exasperated sigh. “It’s Halloween, for goodness-sake. I am not going to worry about it,” she vowed, then snatched up the toothbrush she kept in Amber’s bathroom and scrubbed furiously at her teeth. She couldn’t be more irritated with herself. Usually, she was more diligent about her appearance, but she’d been in such a rush…
Placing the toothbrush back in the holder over the sink, Brianna inspected her teeth critically in the mirror. Much better! She smiled wide showing off her white teeth. With the wart tucked safely in her purse, and all of the black removed from her teeth, she looked more like herself again. She blushed, watching as her cheeks turned an unbecoming shade of pink and thought of her new neighbor. What in the world must he think of her? He had to know she’d been in costume. She shrugged. There was nothing that could be done about it now. Why agonize over it? And if she kept telling herself that, she just might start to believe it.
Brianna groaned and removed the knotted wig. Reaching over to her right, she hung it from the knob on the cabinet next to the sink and gave her head a good scratching. The cheap wig always made her head itch, like she had fleas or something. Returning her gaze to the mirror, she groaned. Her hair looked horrible after being confined beneath the wig for two hours. Borrowing Amber’s blow dryer, she brought her shining golden hair back under control. Wispy bangs fell in a perfect arch over her smooth forehead. A length of luminescent silk cascaded freely down her back, contrasting with the black dress. The golden waves glistened and reflected the light as she walked.
“Hey, I don’t look half bad like this,” she said to herself before joining her friend. Amber sat tapping her foot against the edge of her coffee table. It was the only outward sign of her discarded patience. She stood as Brianna entered the room and donned her own handmade cape.
“Are you finally ready to go?” Amber’s finely arched brows were raised in question.
Brianna bowed her head and nodded slowly. Boy, was she going to have a hard time living this down. She looked up from the floor, giving Amber her first look at the revised
Brianna hesitated and wrinkled her brow in confusion. “Why, what’s wrong?” she asked, her head bowing as she surveyed the front of her cloak.
Amber reached over her shoulder. Her slender fingers brought a few stringy strands of black hair forward. “I can’t believe you didn’t remember you were wearing that .” She shook her head. “I swear, Bri, sometimes I think you’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached.”
Brianna’s cheeks flamed when she realized what Amber meant. She still wore the witch makeup. Namely, the hairy wart, stringy black wig and blackened teeth. “Great.” She slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. “The first man I’ve met in ages that I’m even remotely attracted to, and I have to be in my Halloween get-up.” Scowling, she rushed past Amber and headed toward the bathroom, disgusted with herself. No wonder he’d looked at her the way he had. It hadn’t been admiration. It had most likely been horror. The wart she had looked real, very real.
Brianna swore under her breath, horrified that she’d been in such a hurry, she’d forgotten to remove the makeup she’d grown to dislike so much. It was a good thing she decided against the green face paint. Or maybe not, as at least with the face paint, he would have been able to tell she was in costume. “Geeze, wearing just the wart, I must have looked like some horror movie housekeeper or something.”
“Storybook hag,” Amber said, in a singsong voice from the other side of the door.
Making a face, she stared at herself in the mirror, totally horrified she’d made such a stupid mistake. Brianna shook her head. It was just like her though. Flighty, forgetful, just plain stupid! She heaved an exasperated sigh. “It’s Halloween, for goodness-sake. I am not going to worry about it,” she vowed, then snatched up the toothbrush she kept in Amber’s bathroom and scrubbed furiously at her teeth. She couldn’t be more irritated with herself. Usually, she was more diligent about her appearance, but she’d been in such a rush…
Placing the toothbrush back in the holder over the sink, Brianna inspected her teeth critically in the mirror. Much better! She smiled wide showing off her white teeth. With the wart tucked safely in her purse, and all of the black removed from her teeth, she looked more like herself again. She blushed, watching as her cheeks turned an unbecoming shade of pink and thought of her new neighbor. What in the world must he think of her? He had to know she’d been in costume. She shrugged. There was nothing that could be done about it now. Why agonize over it? And if she kept telling herself that, she just might start to believe it.
Brianna groaned and removed the knotted wig. Reaching over to her right, she hung it from the knob on the cabinet next to the sink and gave her head a good scratching. The cheap wig always made her head itch, like she had fleas or something. Returning her gaze to the mirror, she groaned. Her hair looked horrible after being confined beneath the wig for two hours. Borrowing Amber’s blow dryer, she brought her shining golden hair back under control. Wispy bangs fell in a perfect arch over her smooth forehead. A length of luminescent silk cascaded freely down her back, contrasting with the black dress. The golden waves glistened and reflected the light as she walked.
“Hey, I don’t look half bad like this,” she said to herself before joining her friend. Amber sat tapping her foot against the edge of her coffee table. It was the only outward sign of her discarded patience. She stood as Brianna entered the room and donned her own handmade cape.
“Are you finally ready to go?” Amber’s finely arched brows were raised in question.
Brianna bowed her head and nodded slowly. Boy, was she going to have a hard time living this down. She looked up from the floor, giving Amber her first look at the revised
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