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He searched her face. “Good. Me too.”
After a quick peck on the lips and a smile, she said, “Go get ready. My hair isn’t going to cooperate until I get a shower, and then I’ll be getting dressed soon.”
“Then you’ll eat?”
She rolled her eyes and nodded.
He then left the bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaving her to drop her robe and get in the shower.
Once she was done washing her hair and quickly scrubbing her body, she turned the water off and got out, wrapping a towel around herself as she started to fix her hair to look the best it could. She blow-dried her hair and brushed it out at the same time, using the time to part her hairline down the middle. Once she was done, she grabbed the curler. Her hair fell to just below her shoulder blades when it was dry and it was on the thinner side, so it didn't take long to get the pieces into tight curls around her head. After about a half an hour of that, she worked on straightening her bangs to lay flat on her forehead.
After she had every piece of hair laying in place, she went into her room to figure out what she was going to wear, passing Caspar as he took the bathroom now that she was done. She had a choice between a black blouse and pants, or the dress Renly had paid for. A vindictive part of her wanted to wear the dress just to spite him.
She nodded to herself. The dress was a better option, anyway. She dropped her towel on the floor and stepped over to her dresser to grab a new pair of underwear and bra. She slipped them on before she thumbed her way through her closet.
She wasn't much for fashion and accessories, but she felt the strange need to show up at Madeleine and Renly's looking as put together as possible. It wasn't like she felt the need to prove herself worthy of anyone, but something about Madeleine made her feel like she had to look good. If she arrived in something Madeleine deemed lesser or "poor", the woman would only brush her off as nothing more than dirt on the bottom of her designer shoes.
"Are you almost ready? It's almost eleven..." Caspar’s head was bent as he fixed the cuffs on his suit jacket, but Mykie caught the moment he looked up and realized his mistake.
He looked nice even nicer in a suit jacket and pants now that he had a crisp white dress shirt underneath the jacket. Now that his entire outfit was complete, it looked like it was a perfectly tailored fit for his body type. She was slightly envious of Caspar for having a friend that would buy him a new suit just for a funeral.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't think you'd still be getting dressed," he apologized, taking a step back out of the room.
"It's my fault. I didn't close the door all the way," she insisted, grinning at the silver-haired boy. She pulled out the dress and held it in front of her body. "Do you think this is appropriate for a funeral service?"
He nodded.
She threw the dress on the bed as she crossed her room to check her dresser top for earrings. She thought she or Jezebeth bought a pair of pearls, even if they were the fake kind.
"When did you get the tattoos?" he asked, coming up behind her.
She looked over her shoulder once she found the earrings. "Which one?"
He shrugged as he examined her body. "Any of them. I didn't notice them last night.”
"I get them on my birthday every year. All of them except the snake one I got with Dexter." She put the pearl earrings in her ears and turned around to face Caspar. He lifted a hand and traced the snake, running his finger from head to tail.
She shivered. She didn’t mind the questions about the tattoos, especially since they represented such an important part of her, and Caspar would already know the significance of the snake. "Would you like one?"
"What?" His eyes widened. "I mean, I haven't thought about one before."
“I always wanted to get one. I mean, Chance has enough of them that I thought getting one or two was logical.”
Caspar looked down at her tattoos before looking back up at her face. “I think they look better on you than they would look on me.”
Mykie looked him up and down. “I don’t know. I think you’d look pretty good with one.”
Just then, her phone went off. She moved around Caspar to walk over to her desk to check it and saw a text from Ryker letting her know he was outside.
She quickly went over to her bed and slipped on her dress before toeing on a pair of black wedges.
“You’re ready, right?” she asked, picking up her shoulder bag. She grabbed her winter jacket and pulled it on. She resisted the Jezebeth-like urge to throw on her Cantil jacket and flaunt it in front of the Vultures, knowing it would only cause trouble with Renly and his family.
“Yes.” He walked down the hall to the kitchen while she took the time to zip her jacket.
He came back and held out two granola bars to her. “You said you’d eat something.”
She accepted the snack with a smile. “What would I do without you?”
