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shelley_wintersThe gown is black, naturally. Everything he gives her is, and for once she doesn't concentrate on how much she hates it, touches of lace and all. She's playing a part today, and the darkness of it, the formal cut will help. Even so, she is grateful for the high neck and long skirts. Her arms are bare, but she can live with that for now.
Loira's deft fingers finish her hair, and the woman remains silent for now, picking up on her mood. Shelley glances to one side. Light, skilful touches of makeup hide the dark smudges under her eyes, and brighten them, emphasise the shape of her mouth. She looks fine. She fits in the elegant room. Just how she has to seem, if Kim and Nita and Trillian are to be released. It won't be long before she can let the forced calm go.
Ready, then. She swallows and glances down at her hands as Loira takes her leave. Steady, or near enough.
She can do this.
Loira's deft fingers finish her hair, and the woman remains silent for now, picking up on her mood. Shelley glances to one side. Light, skilful touches of makeup hide the dark smudges under her eyes, and brighten them, emphasise the shape of her mouth. She looks fine. She fits in the elegant room. Just how she has to seem, if Kim and Nita and Trillian are to be released. It won't be long before she can let the forced calm go.
Ready, then. She swallows and glances down at her hands as Loira takes her leave. Steady, or near enough.
She can do this.
