Painted Hearts (1)
You watched Yuri in the mirror nervously nibbling on her bottom lip while you wrapped her luscious chocolatey locks around a hot wand to form soft perfect curls. All morning she had been a bundle of nerves for this dinner and despite your best efforts to calm her down, her hands were still shaking. “Yuri, you need to relax,” you told her quietly, scooping another inch of hair up and wrapping it around the curler.
“That’s easy for you to say,” Yuri scoffed, rolling her eyes at you. “I’m about ten minutes away from having a nervous breakdown!” Her hands gripped each other tightly in her lap, the colour completely drained.
Unravelling her curl, you arranged it to frame her flawless face, dropping your hand to her arm and squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m sure the two men your mother has chosen are going to be amazing,” you said unconvincingly.