Previously:
Sarah thought back to when they were at the designer store. Now that she thought about it, the servant's there had said something about her being worthy…
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The stylists exchanged glances and the head designer nodded at them and they scurried over to the dress rack and said, "you are pure in the heart." Said a shorter girl, she looked child-like, she was beautiful, with long golden hair.
"You are worthy." Said another. She was slightly taller than Sarah and had cropped brown wavy hair.
"You deserve a happy ending. With this dress we promise that a happy ending will come your way." Said the head designer. Sarah was suddenly struck with the realization that they all looked similar. They all had the same slightly heart-shaped head, beauty and fragile frames. They must be sisters Sarah thought.
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Jenny's voice brought Sarah back to reality, "Sarah, I have something for you."
"Huh?" Sarah said in confusion, what would Jenny possibly have to give her now?
"Hang on a moment, let me go and get them really quick." Jenny said as she scurried into her room. When she came back out she was holding a pair of silk gloves. She reached out and gave them to Sarah. Sarah looked over them, they were not embroidered with roses like the ones Sarah had made for the design competition. Nor were they thinnest, finest silk out there. But they were still gloves, with sparks coming from her hands, they would probably catch fire or something and that would be quite hard to explain.
"Gloves? But wouldn't they catch on fire?" Sarah asked Jenny with confusion written all over her face.
"No dear, not these gloves. These gloves were a present from my sister. They are waterproof, bulletproof and fireproof. I only own such a pair of gloves because they can be used to stop wounds from bleeding out. If you pull the thread hidden in the inside pocket of the glove, the seams will fall out, leaving two separate strips of fabric for each glove that you could use to bandage a severe wound." Jenny explained.
"Oh Jenny, I don't want to take these from you. These could save your life one day!" Sarah said as she tried to hand them back to Jenny, but Jenny just pushed them back towards Sarah.
"My dress doesn't suit silk gloves anyways. They would have just sat in the box for a longer time. Why should I just go on keeping them hidden away forever when they can finally be put to good use again?" Jenny explained.
Sarah was still a bit hesitant, Jenny could see it in her face. "Plus, without these people would eventually see the sparks. They would at least notice them and at worst, something would catch on fire. With the gloves on, nobody will be able to see them." Jenny said.
For Sarah, her comment was the tip of the ice burgh."Well, alright. Thanks Jenny." Sarah said as she slipped the gloves on. Despite the gloves being bulletproof, they were still quite thin. She had expected them to be ruff on the inside but they felt almost exactly like normal silk gloves. Not that she wore them often enough to properly compare them.
"My pleasure Sarah. I am glad to finally be putting them to use." Jenny replied.
Mr. Freidrickson looked at his watch, 11:30. "Sarah, Max. You two should go back to your room now, I am sure that Sarah still needs to get her hair done. Plus they might worry about where you went and question you guys." He warned.
Sarah started at his voice. For their whole trip, this was the most she had ever heard Max's dad talk. She had almost forgotten he was there at all. Well, does he even count as Max's dad anymore? After all, we did just find out that his dad is actually a godly being… No, he still must recognize him as a fatherly figure at least, he did just come back from the tailor's with him after all. Pushing all her questioning thoughts aside, Sarah said "Thanks Mr. Fredrickson. We will be going now." She turned to Jenny and gave her a wave as she walked out of the door, Max only a few steps behind her.
When they walked into the living room Emily ran up to them, her hair in a bun, curled pieces framing her face. "Where were you guys?! The hair stylists are leaving in a half hour! Hurry up!" Emily said, dragging them over and shoving them both into separate chairs. Sarah and Max were whisked around. They ran combs and brushes through their hair. Max's hair was brushed upwards, hair sprayed in place. They flicked on the curling iron and began to curl Sarah's hair.
They took 3 strands of air from each side of Sarah's face, all at different heights and braided them, bringing them to the middle of her head where they clasped them all together. Leaving the bottom ones to swoop upwards and the tops to swoop down. They stole a few pieces of hair by her temple and curled them unto little red ringlets. When they were done, they faced Sarah to the mirror. "Oh wow! It's beautiful! Thank you!" She exclaimed as she admired their work.
Sarah hopped off the chair (Or as much as she could while wearing a ballgown) and walked over to Emily who was sitting on the couch. She sat down next to her, smoothing down the bottom of her dress as she sat to avoid wrinkling the dress. "Where were you? They were about to leave so I had to stall them by saying that I didn't like any hair styles they did on me. I think that this was the fourth hairstyle that they did on me. My temples are throbbing from all that hair pulling and pining." Emily said with a puff.
"Umm…" Sarah said nervously. "We were… we just-"