Chapter Twenty-four: MAKE-OVER

Lesley's POV

Like what they used to do, Irithel and Freya were here in our room. Both carrying a huge bag that full of clothes. I frowned. Seriously, how many bags they brought when they came here? Mine was just one. I even put there my rifle. I only carried those important things.

"I'm excited to choose which gown suits me." Freya squeled as she throw her bag in my bed.

"Jeez. This one's heavy." Irithel grunted, massaging her right arm.

"I'm glad I've brought with me some of my gowns and long dresses, too." From bathroom Karina exclaimed. Then she opened the wardrobe near her bed.

What the-- I literally fell in my seat. She said 'some', but the dresses she exposed were almost for the whole class.

"What about you, Lesley?" Freya asked. They all looked at me. "Do you have something to wear?"

From my almost empty wardrobe, my hand reached the black semi formal dress. "I guess this will do." I showed to them my knee-length pencil cut long sleeve dress. This one was Haidee's gift on my last birthday. She insisted to bought it for me but I've never worn even once. I'm more comfortable with jeans than dresses.

"No offense meant, Les", Karina snatched the cloth I'm holding and inspect. "You call this a dress?"

"Uh.. Yes."

"Oh no!" They glared at me as if I commited crime or something.

I wanted to laugh. "What?"

"Your escort is super handsome." Freya commented. "You should wear something that will make you stand out."

Irithel walked towards me as she stared at my face seriously.

"H-hey, Iri." She looked suspicious.

Karina get something from the drawer.

What the hell is that?

I stepped backward coherently when it's already the three of them gradually walk closer to me with evil grins on their faces. What are they gonna do? "You're scaring me, girls."

Oops! I gulped. I can't step back anymore. The wall is now on my back.

The three looked at each other and nodded. "It's time to turn the buds into a full grown flower."

"I'm in-charge in the hair." Karina shows the box she's holding. I read the label on it. What the heck. A hair curler?

Astounded, I held my hair as if they gonna murdered it.

"I believe that eyebrow is life so I'm in-charge on it!" said Freya who lifted small but sharp something.

Shocked. I covered my eyebrows with my two hands.

"And I'm assigning myself in applying make-up on her." Irithel grabbed her three-layer something with variety of colors. A make-up set perhaps. Then she raised it in air. "In the name of fashion and beauty! We can do it girls!"

"We can do it!"

I did nothing but to faked a cry. "Have mercy on me."

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Kidding. I'm grateful that they treated me this good. I'm lucky for having them. :)

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