There was a mirror in Gracie's bathroom and not bedroom. It was square, filling its space while entailing the detail of the bathroom sink, her personal stuff like shampoo, toothbrush case and other properties.
Gracie admired her reflection in the mirror, checking out her costume. The shaman woman was right by the way. The outfit fitted her body perfectly and all her hideous curves were out.
All to be done was her makeup and hair, probably hair paint from Tori's bathroom and some brush with eye-shadow in Tori's vanity.
But she could do the least by packing her hair in pigtail.
Unfortunately, she happened not to be the type that stare at the mirror for a long time. However, this time, it took longer time for her to be ready.
"The butterflies are here, Birdie!" Grandma Lily's voice echoed to her bathroom and she rolled her eyes.
Her Granny always had weird names for girls in her age and now she was referring to her friends as butterflies.
