Just For Tonight

Rosalie perched herself delicately on the edge of her comfortable bed, cocooned in not one, not two, but four fluffy, pristine white towels. Her gaze fixated upon Aurora, who was in the midst of a fidgety ballet, surrounded by a bewildering array of perfumed powders and lotions artfully arranged on the makeup table before her. The two-hour-long bath that Rosalie had just endured, complete with a thorough body scrub and a lustrous hair-washing, had proven to be more exhausting than anticipated. Especially since she practically had to repeat the same elaborate bathroom routine she had in the morning, which added an extra layer of tension to her already jittery nerves.

As she observed Aurora's meticulous preparations, Rosalie could not help but experience a surge of nervousness once more. Her thoughts meandered as she contemplated the night ahead.