TUESDAY TALES - "EASY"

 

Welcome! This week we're writing to the word prompt "Easy." We have another installment of my story, "Someone Like You." When you're done reading my story, please visit the other authors and read their tales. You can find them HERE.     

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   “Next makeup,” Callie said. She grabbed Charlotte’s arm. “Come on. This will take some time.”

Callie paid Pam, and the women bundled into the Caldwell’s SUV. They stopped at Kitty’s apartment to pick up supplies, then headed for the president’s residence.

Charlotte plopped down into a chair in front of a mirror.

“This transformation might take a little time. Be patient,” Kitty said. Callie strode into the room, balancing all sorts of scissors, tweezers, blush, powder, and eye shadow palettes.

“This is what I found in the cabinet. There’s probably more in the medicine chest.”

“Mom, that’s quite enough.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Charlotte asked. Her eyes grew big as saucers when she perused all the paraphenalia.

“Easy peasy. Just a few plucks and such,” Callie said, attempting to sound breezy, but not making eye contact with Charlotte.

The young guinea pig, pushed to her feet. “Wait a minute…”

Kitty pushed on her friend’s shoulder. “Relax. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

Charlotte eased back down in the chair, took a deep breath, swallowed. “Go ahead.”

Callie, tweezed. Kitty applied blusher. Callie added concealer. Kitty powdered over the cheeks. Callie added teal eye shadow and blended it with cream colored shadow to shade and add depth to Charlotte’s eyes. Kitty painted on eyeliner.

“Which color?” Kitty asked, holding up four lipsticks.

“Oh, this one. Definitely,” Callie said, plucking out a subtle peachy shade.

When they were finished, Charlotte stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t recognize herself.

“Like it?” Callie asked.  

“Pop would keel over,” she murmured.

:”Maybe, but you’ll dazzle the professor,” Kitty said, sitting back, wearing a smug smile.

“Even my brother won’t recognize me.”

“But this is what you look like. Beautiful and glamorous. He’s a goner,” Callie sighed.

“Who’s a goner?” came a masculine voice, Mac Caldwell had returned from a meeting.

Callie shooed him out of the room.

"For the dress, I think we’ll have to go to New York,” she said.

“Yay! Road  trip!” Kitty said, clapping.  

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