When I was 12 I loved Annabeth because like…she didn’t really give a shit about what she looked like, and there would be moments where Rick would say “She woke up with a rat’s nest” or “She didn’t have time to brush it” and yeah. That meant a lot to little me. So here are some headcannons based on my own blonde, thick, curly hair experiences.
When she was living on the streets with Luke and Thalia, she wouldn’t really brush her hair. Sometimes she would, but she would only comb through the top later bcuz she was young and in a rush, so there was this giant hidden knot of tangles at the base of her neck.
(Thalia eventually had to cut off the clump because it was so gnarly. Annabeth named it “George”)
Back when she was still living at home, her stepmom would force her to sit down every morning so she could comb through the bed-head. She would rip the brush through Annabeth’s hair, and roll her eyes when she started crying. “Stop being dramatic. It’s not that bad.”
Because of that ^^, Annabeth’s head is basically numb now??? Like, you could tear out a clump of hair and she would hardly react.
She can’t fit all her hair under a hat. Even when it’s in a bun. It’s fucking impossible.
She gets tons of questions like “What shampoo/conditioner do you use?” and she’s like “…uh, whatever’s in the shower?? Department store shit?” and they nod like she’s just given them sage haircare advice.
Annabeth doesn’t cut her hair short. She can’t make herself, even though she knows it would be more practical to have short hair but…she can’t. It’s not a vanity thing. Her hair is unique, she knows this, and it’s sort of become a part of her. Like a calling card.
She feels the same way with dying her hair. Sometimes, she really hates being blonde, because there’s always some fuckboy who’s like “lol ur blonde u must be a dumb whore” which is stupid and doesn’t even make sense, but some ppl actually slut-shame her about it. So she keeps the color because fuck those people.
People are always asking to braid her hair. All the time. It’s fucking annoying.
(The only person she lets braid her hair is Piper because she actually knows what the fuck she’s doing.)
Some people just…touch her hair. Like, random strangers. In the grocery store, at the movies, in school. OMFG all the time in school, the kid sitting behind her will reach out and pat her hair, and she’ll turn around to glare and they’ll just be like “what?”
She plays with it when she’s hyper-focusing, twirling and twisting it around her fingers. Once when she was 13 a group of girls started teasing her about it. “Why do you always play with your hair? Do you think your special? Are you trying to flirt? You’re so weird and gross.” She stopped playing with it in public after that.
She ALWAYS has hair-ties. ALWAYS. She’s that girl with, like, four hair-ties on her left wrist at all times. You need a hair-tie? Go to Annabeth, she’s gotchu.
All of her hair-ties break, though. Like, they just snap. She has to buy the super durable ones.
The only people who are allowed to play with her hair without asking for express permission are: Percy, Piper, Hazel (although she always asks anyways), and Rachel.
OMFG Rachel and Annabeth and Hazel bond over their curly hair. Like, they each have different kinds of curly hair, but they can all bond together over it.
Like, someone says “you can’t comb your hair in the shower” or “do you ever brush your hair?” and Annabeth, Rachel, and Hazel share a Look.
Annabeth went through a phase where whenever someone would say something like “OMG i would do anything to have your hair you’re so lucky,” she would respond with “ok i can shave it off and glue it to your head if you want” with a complete straight face.
She gets headaches when she wears high ponytails.
Her hair gets REALLY poofy when she brushes it out. Like, just a cloud of poof. It’s such a relief when she does this sometimes, because it sort of takes off a lot of its weight.
If she ever does cut her hair, she’s going to donate it. All of it.
She hates it when ppl call her “blondie”. Even Percy.
She’s actually broken a few hairbrushes before. But now she knows what kinds to buy.
For the last time, no. She doesn’t like straightening her hair. It takes forever, it’s really hot and uncomfortable, and it never stays. It’s stupid.
NO. BANGS. NEVER.
She can totally hide things in her hair. Sometimes ppl will stick pencils and pens in it. Percy and Piper have a game where they try to see how many things they can fit in her hair without her noticing.
She has to braid it when she swims. Like, none of that majestic hair-flowing-underwater crap. If her hair gets wet, it will tangle, and brushing that shit out is a pain in the ass.
She’s recognizable in a crowd. She sort of likes that.
Sometimes, Percy will refer to her hair as a lion’s mane. She sort of likes that.
Generally, she doesn’t really care about how it looks. It poofs up when it’s summer, it turns dark when it’s winter, and it will get tangles no matter how many times she brushes it. She doesn’t have the time or energy to care.
She doesn’t shave her legs, because who gives a shit? (also she’s blonde so the hair doesn’t really show up, so if she did care that wouldn’t be too much of a problem.)
Just….Annabeth dealing with her hair like only Annabeth would.
I’m gonna share a story about what happened the other day. It’s a bit of a long story but totally worth it, I promise: So, I work at GameStop. It’s pretty awesome; I love it a lot. Anywhos, it was super dead that day and as I’m filing some games that were traded in, this kid comes in on his own, just a HUGE smile on his face and he just very proudly goes, “Hi, there! It’s my birthday today!!” And then he holds up this handful of money, “I got money from my dad, my grandma, and her landlord and I’m gonna buy me a game!” Like, this kid was so excited and so cute, so I smile and go, “Happy birthday! How old are you today?” And he puffs out his chest and goes, “I’m 12 today, ma’am.” So I laugh and tell him that if he needs help, just to let me know. He was a super sweet and polite kid and thanked me and went on his way. I go into the back to get some cases and when I come out, he’s waiting by the door and holding a copy of Dragon Age: Inquisition. He goes, “Have you heard about this game? Is it like the other Dragon Age games?” So, I tell him a little bit about it and tell him that it is rated M, though, so he needs his parent or guardian in with him. He says that’s no problem, he has someone in the car he can get but we get to talking about the game and the other stuff that Bioware has put out. I ask him about Mass Effect and the other games and he winds up saying to me, “Yeah, I like these kids of games because I can make my character gay. I think I might be gay but I don’t know yet. I like it because I can play around without anyone beating me up or picking on me!” And my brain just kind of broke. He said that so cheerily, like it was nothing but I could tell. I could see that he meant it and I just kind of gently asked, “People pick on you?” And he just goes, “Yeah, all the time but it’s just because I’m different. My dad’s gonna get me to a new school and things are gonna be better!” This kid was just so upbeat and polite and cheerful–just a sweetheart–and it just broke my heart that he was being picked on. I was really bullied extensively growing up so I know what that’s all about; I hated that this sweet thing was going through that, too… We talked for a while longer until some more customers came in and I had to see to them. As I was finishing up with them, he came up and asked if he could go to the car and get his grandmother so he could get his game. I told him sure and I’d have his games all ready for him. As soon as he and the other customers left, I sprinted to the back room. We had a lot of old pre-order bonuses in the back that people hadn’t picked up–things like stickers, Lego figures, little things like that. I grabbed any and everything that I thought would appeal to a 12-year old boy and grabbed a bag and brought them all out to the counter. I was going to stick everything in the bag and just give it to him but he came back in before I had the chance. He said, cheery as ever, “I’m back!” And I say, “Welcome back! I have some stuff for you, if you’d like it!” and he looked at the big pile of things I had pulled out. “Cool!” he went, “I get to pick something from this?” I said, “No, you can have it all!” He said, “How much?” “It’s free! Just for you, because it’s your birthday today!” The kid’s face just froze in a look of shock. I also told him that I had an almost brand-new copy of the game for him (he picked up a pre-owned one) and I also had an extra code for some DLC content that someone didn’t want. I gave it all to him and while I was telling him all this, he was just silent, just staring, open-mouthed. When I finished, he stared at me for a bit more and then one tear rolled down his cheek followed by another and he just laughed and jumped. He was so happy that he was crying. He goes, “WOW!!! This is the most I’ve ever gotten for my birthday!!! You’re the nicest store clerk I’ve ever, ever had! Wow!! Wow!!!!” He just went on and on and on. His grandmother in the background was just beaming. As he left, he thanked me more times than I could count. Over and over. I was just floored. And it took me a second to recover but, when I did, I just sat down and cried. I wish the best for that little boy, I really, really, really, really do. He absolutely deserves it.
I’ve never felt the need to explain myself in terms of my personal life. I very much feel like writing is the way you get to say what you want to say and be like, “That’s all I have to say on it.” With that one, I think it’s up to everyone’s interpretation, which is obviously an incredibly diplomatic answer. The line in particular, in context of the verse, paints the picture of the feeling that I was going at. It’s much more powerful when not taken simply as what it is. Was that an all right answer for that question? I think it was all right! I think we danced around that O.K.
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and you go out with your best friends the Schuyler Sisters. See what happens when a certain Frenchman catches your eye.
Warnings: None, I don’t think.
Time Period: Modern
A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! I hope you are all having an amazing day because each and everyone of you guys are beautiful and deserve the best!!! Anyway, I’m sorry this story isn’t the greatest, but hey it’s Valentine’s Day. Enjoy, send in any requests you have, and have a great day!
You strongly believed in the idea that everything happened for a reason. People chose certain professions for a reason, people made certain choices for a reason, and people loved certain people for a reason.
When your friends had texted asking if you wanted to go out on Valentine’s Day to celebrate being single, you accepted; for a reason. That evening, you put on a (y/f/c) dress that made you feel on top of the world, with matching heels. After curling your hair and perfecting your makeup, you were ready to hit the bar.
Your friends Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy and come to drive you to the bar where you would be spending your evening. Once you reached your destination, you grabbed a couple of drinks and a table. Smiling all around, each of you raised your glasses and took a sip.
“Who needs a boyfriend?” you asked. “We are strong, independent, badass women who can be just as happy single as we would be if we were in relationships.” you declared, taking another sip of your drink.
“Amen!” Peggy agreed.
“You’re right girl.” Angelica added.
“Preach!” Eliza finished, giggling.
As the night wore on, you, Angelica, Peggy, and Eliza had a few more drinks, danced quite a bit, and flirted with some guys. The entire time, one man in particular had caught your eye. He had curly hair, kind eyes, and a handsome face.
The stranger was with a group of 3 other men. Unfortunately, you were not brave enough to walk over to them and talk to the curly haired man. Each time you glanced his way, one of your friends tried to encourage you to talk to him.
“No.” you told them. “What happened to our whole agreement that we are better off single?” you asked, reminding them of the start of the night.
Peggy rolled her eyes and rested a hand on your shoulder. “That can be true sometimes, (y/n), but if you find a guy you like you need to go after him.” she encouraged.
“You guys know I believe everything happens for a reason. So if we are meant to be fate will bring us together.” you tried to reason with them.
The night was winding down and you knew it would be time to head home soon. Deciding to get one last drink, you went to the bar to order it. On your way back, your head was down as you stared at the little screen of your phone. Before you could look up, you collided with a tall, warm figure.
You groaned as your drink spilled on your dress a bit, but you looked up to see what you hit. Eyes up, you took a breath, noticing it was the handsome stranger from earlier.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Miss.” he apologized, handing you some napkins in attempt to fix the accident.
Although you couldn’t speak, you accepted the napkins and dabbed at the stain on your dress. When you realized the man was still there, you gathered your courage to speak.
“Please don’t worry about, it was my fault anyway.” you told him, smiling softly.
He smiled back and saw that you had lost all of your drink. “Well either way, please let me buy you a new drink.” he offered.
You gave him a sly look and gained some confidence. “I thought I was always told to not accept drinks from strangers at the bar, especially when I don’t know their name.” you retorted, laughing lightly.
The man laughed once he realized you were joking. “My name is Gilbert du Motier, but most people call me Lafayette.” he introduced, sticking his hand out.
Accepting his hand, you shook it and introduced yourself. “It’s nice to meet you, Lafayette, I am (y/n). And I will take you up on your offer for that drink.”
After Lafayette bought you a drink, the two of you headed to a booth in the back. You ended up just talking and talking about your lives for almost an hour. At one point he was laughing so hard that part of his drink sloshed out of his cup, onto your leg, again.
“Je suis vraiment désolé!” he spoke as he worked quickly to clean up the spilt liquid.
“C'est bon, ne vous inquiétez pas.” you reassured him, waving it off.
Lafayette stopped what he was doing and stared at you, incredulously, but had a huge grin on his face. “You-you speak French?” he stammered, amazed.
You nodded shyly and answered. “Oui, I took it all throughout high school and college.” you admitted.
“C'est incroyable!” he complimented.
A silence settled between the two of you, but it was awkward. You both gazed at each other, not saying a word or moving a muscle. That was until Lafayette started to lean towards you until he captured your lips with his.
Meanwhile, your friends had been wondering where you wondered off to. They knew you were still at the bar because they were your ride home, but you weren’t answering your phone.
During the time they spent looking for you, Eliza started talking to a man named Alexander Hamilton. Coincidently, he and his group of friends were looking for their other friend, Lafayette.
“Does he have dark, curly hair?” Angelica asked, putting two and two together.
“Yes.” the man named Hercules answered.
John piped up next. “Have you seen him?”
“Well our friend, (y/n), has been interested in him all night.” Peggy remarked, while sending a few flirty glances John’s way.
“Well, let’s go find them.” Eliza stated with a smile.
It didn’t take long, but eventually Alexander, Eliza, Peggy, John, Hercules, and Angelica finally found you and Lafayette. You were still at your booth in the back, but this time you were full on making out.
Your one arm was wrapped in Lafayette’s hair and the other was around his neck. His one arm was on your waist, drawing you flush against his chest, while the other was tangled in your hair.
The two of you were oblivious to the fact that there were now six people watching you, until you heard a deep voice clear their throat. Pulling away, your cheeks turned red when you saw your best friends glancing down on your with smirks on their faces.
“Get some, (y/n).” they laughed, while you buried your face further into your hands.
At the same time, Lafayette’s friends were poking fun at him, until the shorter man with dark hair spoke up. “So, uh, what was going here?” he asked, laughing because he was fully aware of what was happening.
The Schuyler Sisters crossed their arms and looked at you, the same question on their faces.
“Umm, he had-” you began, but you were cut off.
“It was an accident!” Lafayette shouted and you hit his chest.
“Did you really think they were going to fall for ‘It was an accident’?” you mocked, leaning into his chest.
In front of you, each person was laughing their heads off, clutching onto their sides. When they calmed down, Angelica grabbed your arm and spoke. ‘Sorry to break this up, but we have to head out down.” she let you know.
You nodded, but had a small frown on your face. “Enchanté.” you told Lafayette and got up to leave, but before you could, he handed you his phone.
“If you want you to, you can put your number in and I’ll text you.” he offered, looking a bit embarrassed. You nodded rather hurriedly and typed in your number.
With one last kiss, you gathered your things and left with your girls. All they teased you the whole ride back, you smiled and thought about your evening.
Everything had happened for a reason. You had agreed to go out instead of throwing yourself a pity party, you had ran into Lafayette for a reason, and you had given him your number for a reason.
A/N: Part four. I’m having so much fun writing this series, so thank you for all the great feedback, I really appreciate it. Also, thanks to my beta @thorne93. And to @hanny-writes-spn and @melonshino for reading through it. I love you all!!
Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Jason, Rose (OFC)
You spent the next week helping Jensen get settled in. It was great to be able to spend so much time with him again, but it was also getting more and more difficult to be around him. Over the year’s, he had changed, you both had, but somehow he was still the same. When you spent time with him it was easy to forget what you two had been through, but the moment you got home, and he wasn’t around you, the feelings of betrayal and abandonment came back, and you questioned wether you could trust him or not. It was confusing to say the least. But even with all this mix of emotions, you weren’t prepared to let him go entirely either, you wanted him in your life, though you hadn’t figured out how that would work yet.
Both Rose and your mom had been talking your ear off about Jensen and how they thought you two were meant to be, almost yelling at you when you told then you were just friends, and you intended to keep it that way.
It was Thursday morning when you decided to check in on Jensen on your way to work, bringing a box of doughnuts just so you had an excuse to stop by.
“(YN), what a nice surprise,” Jensen greeted you. “What are you doing here?”
“I had this box of doughnuts and I know that if I don’t get rid of it, I’m gonna end up eating it all by myself. I also figured that you’re gonna need some sugar in you if you’re gonna get the house ready before tomorrow,” you said, handing him the pink box of treats.
“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.”
“Don’t act so surprised, Ackles, I can be nice,” you teased.
“You have time for a coffee before work? My friend Jared just got here and I would love for you to meet him,” Jensen asked, opening the door wider to let you in, even before you answered.
You checked the time on your phone before agreeing to come in for a couple of minutes.
“(YN) this is Jared,” Jensen said, pointing to his friend. “Jared, this is (YN).”
i like funny guys, guys who understand my sense of humour, guys with a cute/unusual laugh, cute smiles, good hair (preferably curly), a kind heart, good style, good taste in music, love for art, good at cuddles, passionate kisser, a guy who smiles in between kisses, mutual love for animals, a guy who smells good, who doesn’t mind listening to me talk shit about random
stuff, someone who takes care of me, a guy that understands how shy i am, feeling appreciated and wanted, a guy who watches you without knowing in pure admiration even when u look like shit, someone who reads, smart guys, guys who value sex for the connection (not the orgasm), guys who make it impossible to be mad, guys who don’t like arguing & do anything to avoid, i like guys who talk about how they feel when something bothers them (no matter how small it is), guys who care to ask how my day went, guys who never let u go to sleep without saying goodnight, i like boys who are complicated & have layers to them, i especially like guys who understand and respect monogamy
You stared at the calendar on your phone and let out a sigh.
“Only two more weeks to go,” you lament.
Lafayette had already been gone for two weeks, off visiting his family back home in France. When you closed the calendar app you stared at your home screen for a few moments. Lafayette’s handsome face stared back at you with his wide smile. You loved how he got little crinkles around his eyes when he smiled like he was in the picture.
He was a central member of your small group of friends and while their shenanigans kept you busy things just didn’t feel quite the same without the Frenchman. He texted often, but you found yourself missing his voice.
Tonight was group movie night and everyone had piled into your apartment with various snacks, throw blankets, and drinks. The genre that had won the vote for tonight was romantic comedy. It was barely halfway through the movie that it dawned on you that even though you were surrounded by your best friends you felt alone. Laf was always the person you sat with, the person who comforted you during sad movies, made you laugh when you were scared during horror night, shared a blanket with you, and he always brought those sour gummy worms and let you have the blue and red ones.
Looking around the living room you saw Alex and Eliza cuddled together, finger woven together as they watched the movie, John was shamelessly flirting with Peggy while Herc distracted Angelica by throwing popcorn on her. You smiled at their antics and sank lower under your blanket and unlocked your phone and looked and the picture again. It made you feel warm.
-(Y/N) 8:30pm: You’re missing movie night.-
-Laf 8:35pm: Is that so? What genre is it this time?-
-(Y/N) 8:36: Rom-com. I didn’t think you’d be awake. It’s 5:30 in the morning isn’t it?-
-Laf 8:38pm: Yes it is. I wasn’t sleeping well so I got up.-
-(Y/N) 8:40pm: I miss you Laf.-
-Laf 8:41pm: I miss you too ma chère.-
Ma chère… he had never called you that before. You felt your cheeks heat up and a giddy feeling filled you, but the more you thought about the butterflies you were feeling the more nervous you became.
Three weeks. Three weeks of Laf being gone and you had come to the conclusion that you were hopelessly in love with him. Angelica was quick to point out when you confided in her that she had already known that and it has been obvious long before he had left.
“Please you have been in love with him since that first stupid party my family threw at Christmas. You looked like some cartoon with hearts for eyes when he danced with you,” Angelica quipped.
“That isn’t true… I just thought it was sweet of him to ask me to dance,” you countered.
“Keep telling yourself that,” she scoffed.
She was right though, the more you thought about it. You had stamped down those feelings quickly when they had first appeared, ignored them completely, and instead of going away they had come back stronger than ever. His absence had shown you how much you truly depended on him and how happy he made you day in and day out and you had one week to figure out what the hell you were going to do.
So here you were sitting in the apartment Hercules shared with Laf. It was Herc’s turn to host movie night, tonight’s theme was 80s slasher.
“Hey (Y/N) I’m going to run to the store and replenish my candy and booze stock,” Herc said cheerfully, “you’re welcome to tag along or just kick it here.”
“I think I’ll just stay here and hold down the fort.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be back in twenty.”
Hercules has been gone for roughly ten minutes and you sat quietly with your legs tucked under your chin. Just one more week and Laf would be here. You unlock your phone again and look at the background and smiled.
“What am I going to do?”
You mulled over how to proceed after Lafayette got home. What if he didn’t feel the same? Angelica and Eliza both had said it was obvious he felt the same, but if that was true then how come you both hadn’t realized it?
“Is… that my picture on your home screen?”
You slowly turned around at the sound of his voice, it couldn’t be. As you look up Lafayette was leaning slightly over the back of the couch, jacket still on, his bag in hand, the same kind brown eyes and curly hair piled on the top of his head. You stood up quickly and ran around the couch.
“Laf? What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be back until next week,” you say in a rush.
“I had to come back early ma chère.”
God you had missed his voice.
“Is everything alright? Did something happen?”
“Oui, you could say that,” he said with a nervous smile.
“What’s wrong Laf? You can tell me what happened,” you say concerned.
“I missed you (Y/N)… I missed you so much,” he said closing the distance between you.
“Laf… I don’t see why you left early… that doesn’t…”
You were struggling to figure out the right words to say when he was this close. He reached up and gently brushed his thumb along your jawline. You had a million questions that were erased when his lips met yours. When he pulled away his forehead rested against yours, he looked so at ease and you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest.
“I couldn’t sleep. I was alright at first and I was so happy to see my family and be home, but after a week I missed you. I missed everything about you (Y/N). You consumed my thoughts and all I wanted to do was get on a plane. I wanted to come home and see your face and hear your voice,” Laf’s voice was barely above a whisper.
You weren’t exactly sure at what point tears has begun to flow when he had been speaking, but you felt his fingers brush them away. You quickly pull him into another kiss and wrap you arms around him tightly.
“Je t'aime,” he mumbled against your lips, “je t'aime tellement.”
“I love you too Gil.”
“Well, well it’s about God damn time!”
A startled yelp escaped your lips as you look over and saw Hercules standing in the kitchen with an arm full of groceries. Lafayette’s chest rumbled with laughter and it didn’t take long before you joined him. Today had definitely taken an unexpected turn.
“It’s good to have you back,” Herc said.
“Oui… it’s good to be home,” Laf said meeting your gaze and planted a kiss to your forehead.
GOT7 REACTS TO: Brushing [y/n] kinky curly hair (Exclusively for POC)
anon asked: can you go a got7 reaction to brushing your curly hair? (like kinky, coily, natural black hair kind of curly).
i would never in a million yeARS allow any of them to bring a brush or comb to my curls. you’re wild omfg - Admin Dayna
Asks a lot of questions throughout the process of it all.
He has watched you do your hair religiously every night after you shower. Mark just liked to watch from his side of your bed. Seeing your curls come to life was somehow entertaining? Plus he found it sort of cute whenever you woke up the next day and complained about shrinkage and whatnot.
But actually having to do it himself was a whole other story. He didn’t know how approach your fro let alone comb it. Does he section off the hair and then spray it with water? Or does the conditioner go in before you section it and then you add water?
No matter what the case was, he liked doing it for you. He spends the whole time raving about how soft it is.
The DEEPEST concentration for lord knows why.
Jaebum is always trying to find excuses to put his hands in your hair. It was one of his favorite things about you. The way your curls got so tight and defined while you detangled it and how it bounced whenever you shook your head. When given the chance to brush your hair, he was very careful, knowing how much work it took to maintain.
You’d laugh and tease him about how intense his facial expression was as he parted your curls in sections and went through the process of running leave-in conditioner and brushing from the tips to roots.
Random AF thoughts whilst at the hair salon...Do you know if Anne or the Boleyns had curly hair? I know Elizabeth was said to have hair that naturally curled from an ambassador report (?). I don't think I have read anything about the Tudors having naturally curly hair so I assume it had to have come from her mom or her mom's family since less is written about them. And all I know from basic high school biology is that brown eyes and curly hair are dominant genes lol.
i don’t, but it’s possible.
anne’s hair was very long tho (iirc long enough that she could sit on it!), so it’s possible that even if she had naturally curly hair but that the weight of it like…weighed it down straight? if that makes sense?
women also curled their hair w/ heated tongs in the tudor court so it’s possible she may have worn it that way occasionally.
You were nervous.You hoped Jefferson wouldn’t notice.
You were sure he had heard of you. Maybe Laf slipped your name into one of his conversations or something along those lines. Alex had pictures of you on his desk, but this would be the first time you two had met.
You’d played this scenario out over and over in your head. You practiced this in the mirror at least twenty times. You asked Laf to help you pick out an outfit for you. He jumped up at the idea, going through your closet excitedly an pulling out different combinations.
You settled on a baby blue dress that Laf had bought you one Christmas. It fit like a dream. That with your black coat, nice diamond earrings, black heels, and you hair curled nicely made you look and feel pretty. Laf did your hair since he didn’t have a morning shift and sent you off with a big kiss for good luck.