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get you killed, your will. Know wha' I mean?"
Chloe opened her mouth to say that she didn't know anything and to ask him to explain himself, to scream, to yell, to demand that they let her go. He must have sensed what she was about to do because he held up his hand to silence her before she could utter a single word. "Never mind." He headed for the salon door. "You'll understand soon enough, I know it. Word of advice though? Do us all a favor and don't give us another body to bury by doing somethin' stupid." He looked back over his shoulder. "Make her look good, girls. His lordship is waitin'."
*****
V. Chloe
Not much more time passed and Crystal was done with her hair. Mystic applied gloss to her lips and her nails were dry. They made a big spectacle about setting her up in front of a large mirror, fussing over her until the very last second when they let her open her eyes.
She was dumbfounded. Simply struck stupid. The girls had transformed her into someone she didn't recognize. If her reflection hadn't moved whenever she did, she might never have believed it. She blinked and the reflection blinked back with eyes that were now bluer than they had ever been in her entire life. They were dazzling . The gold eyeshadow made them sparkle like sapphires and the mascara made her lashes seem a mile long. Her skin was creamy and clear, and her cheeks were beautiful and blushed, giving her usual pale face some well needed color. Her lips were soft and pink, like bubblegum and her striking red hair was glossy and bouncing with curls. She was almost too beautiful and that scared her. She had never been that before.
"Jeez, you guys. I--I don't really know what to say," She muttered.
"Just say you like it!" Haley exclaimed.
"Don't pressure her," Mystic said, "She doesn't have to like it." But her expression was full of hope that Chloe did.
"I do like it," She assured them, "I've just never……But why did you do this? What's going on?" She just wanted a clear explanation, was that too much to ask?
"It's really not our place to say, Oracle. His lordship wanted you to be beautiful. He'll be pleased."
"Who is his lordship?" But Mystic just smiled.
"Time for clothes!" The green girl squealed. "I'm Ava Anarchy, by the way." She wiggled her fingers at Chloe. "Come on! There are so many things to choose from!"
Ava was right. The closet was a mini shopping mall in itself. There were business suits, blouses, skirts, jeans, dressy slacks, exquisite evening gowns––high heels, sneakers, boots, sandals––most of it stuff that Chloe would never wear. The girls had a ball sifting through it all, holding up different pieces for her to see and ooh-ing and aah-ing over some of the most ridiculous clothes Chloe had ever laid eyes on. She made a few suggestions, but they kept turning her down, insisting that she had to look the part––whatever that meant.
After she had declined to even try on the tight, gold minidress they had picked out, she pulled on a pair of Seven stonewashed denim jeans that were slashed in different places along the front of the pants legs. Pink fishnet covered the holes so her skin wasn't so exposed. Her shirt was a yellow graphic tee with the sunshine care bear on the front. They accessorized her with a pair of striped fingerless gloves and a funky black jacket with three-quarter length sleeves. She searched through the racks and racks of shoes that were all in her correct size and was ecstatic to find so many pairs of amazing boots.
"I like these," She said, holding up a pair of sleek leather boots with silver buckles. The sole read Gucci.
"Try them on," Mystic said with a smile, "They might go well with your outfit." She did, and after checking herself out in the mirror, she had to admit that she looked quite posh.
Ace praised her outfit.
"You look grand, Chloe!" He said once they had joined him back in the room she had woken up in. "I mean, really grand!
Chloe opened her mouth to say that she didn't know anything and to ask him to explain himself, to scream, to yell, to demand that they let her go. He must have sensed what she was about to do because he held up his hand to silence her before she could utter a single word. "Never mind." He headed for the salon door. "You'll understand soon enough, I know it. Word of advice though? Do us all a favor and don't give us another body to bury by doing somethin' stupid." He looked back over his shoulder. "Make her look good, girls. His lordship is waitin'."
*****
V. Chloe
Not much more time passed and Crystal was done with her hair. Mystic applied gloss to her lips and her nails were dry. They made a big spectacle about setting her up in front of a large mirror, fussing over her until the very last second when they let her open her eyes.
She was dumbfounded. Simply struck stupid. The girls had transformed her into someone she didn't recognize. If her reflection hadn't moved whenever she did, she might never have believed it. She blinked and the reflection blinked back with eyes that were now bluer than they had ever been in her entire life. They were dazzling . The gold eyeshadow made them sparkle like sapphires and the mascara made her lashes seem a mile long. Her skin was creamy and clear, and her cheeks were beautiful and blushed, giving her usual pale face some well needed color. Her lips were soft and pink, like bubblegum and her striking red hair was glossy and bouncing with curls. She was almost too beautiful and that scared her. She had never been that before.
"Jeez, you guys. I--I don't really know what to say," She muttered.
"Just say you like it!" Haley exclaimed.
"Don't pressure her," Mystic said, "She doesn't have to like it." But her expression was full of hope that Chloe did.
"I do like it," She assured them, "I've just never……But why did you do this? What's going on?" She just wanted a clear explanation, was that too much to ask?
"It's really not our place to say, Oracle. His lordship wanted you to be beautiful. He'll be pleased."
"Who is his lordship?" But Mystic just smiled.
"Time for clothes!" The green girl squealed. "I'm Ava Anarchy, by the way." She wiggled her fingers at Chloe. "Come on! There are so many things to choose from!"
Ava was right. The closet was a mini shopping mall in itself. There were business suits, blouses, skirts, jeans, dressy slacks, exquisite evening gowns––high heels, sneakers, boots, sandals––most of it stuff that Chloe would never wear. The girls had a ball sifting through it all, holding up different pieces for her to see and ooh-ing and aah-ing over some of the most ridiculous clothes Chloe had ever laid eyes on. She made a few suggestions, but they kept turning her down, insisting that she had to look the part––whatever that meant.
After she had declined to even try on the tight, gold minidress they had picked out, she pulled on a pair of Seven stonewashed denim jeans that were slashed in different places along the front of the pants legs. Pink fishnet covered the holes so her skin wasn't so exposed. Her shirt was a yellow graphic tee with the sunshine care bear on the front. They accessorized her with a pair of striped fingerless gloves and a funky black jacket with three-quarter length sleeves. She searched through the racks and racks of shoes that were all in her correct size and was ecstatic to find so many pairs of amazing boots.
"I like these," She said, holding up a pair of sleek leather boots with silver buckles. The sole read Gucci.
"Try them on," Mystic said with a smile, "They might go well with your outfit." She did, and after checking herself out in the mirror, she had to admit that she looked quite posh.
Ace praised her outfit.
"You look grand, Chloe!" He said once they had joined him back in the room she had woken up in. "I mean, really grand!
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