Fay sat on her dressing chair, staring at her reflection in the mirror as Marilyn brushed her hair.
After her encounter with Ace, she hadn't seen him all day. Only for him to text her about an hour ago that they were still on for his grandmother's dinner, so she should get ready.
Her fingers played with her knuckles as she thought of the day she had. Taking away the start of the day, it had been pretty fruitful..
From the corner of her eyes, she saw the bag she needed for the night laying on the bed, and a smile formed on her face.
"Are you nervous for tonight, Mrs Fay?" Marilyn asked.
"Nervous?" She muttered between her breaths. "I don't think so. Maybe just a little," she confessed.
"I think it's going to turn out great. You're going to look really pretty when I'm done. Even prettier than you already are," she added for good measure.
