She sighed deeply as she put on a black dress; applying her red lipstick slowly. It had been two days since Catherine had come out of her room, and to be honest, the only reason she was leaving it was Damien. She missed him so goddamn much.
Catherine walked out the door, watching the corridors turn darker and darker as she made her way down to the common room.
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You start?I’ll para. x)
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Cathy made her way towards the garden, her silver dress shining underneath the moonlight. She grumbled as she looked for Damien; hoping to find him for she missed him a lot. She looked around and sighed.Damien climbed out of bed, whistling to…
Catherine looked in the tiny mirror on her bedroom wall and grinned, fixing her hair carefully.
She felt different.
She looked different.
Her usual black make-up and red lipstick were replaced by lighter colours that matched her short silver dress.
Cathy felt like her old self a bit; all pretty, popular and fashionable.
She pushed the feeling away when she heard a knock on the door.
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What do you think, Sherlock. Of course; party. Hey.Party?
Meet me in my room. I’ll help.But makeup…isn’t really my area of expertise. N-neither is style.
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Meet me in my room. I’ll help.But makeup…isn’t really my area of expertise. N-neither is style.
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