A mirror only reflects your appearance.
Nothing about you as a person is shown against the glass.
Still...there's a certain satisfaction when the resulting image is one that you like.
She looked...pretty good.
Hinata can't help but be a little surprised by the fact. She knows she not ugly-attractive, even-but she's never been confident of her appearance. Too small, too pale, too round, too soft...but right now. She looks...almost regal.
She turns in front of her bedroom mirror, watching the subtle shimmer and color flux of her dress. The cut is more daring than anything she's tried before-at least publicly. It has a sweetheart neckline, leaving much of her chest area exposed until the curves of her breasts, and a fitted waist, while the fabric over her hips spilled down to nearly the floor.
She's twisted her hair into a 'messy low bun'' (as Ino called it when she taught her how to do it) with a few loose curls framing her face. A face that she painstakingly applied make up to. Winged liner, subtle contouring-the works. She debated on false lashes, but opted against them. Her own were long and thick naturally and a few strokes of mascara filled in the difference.
She kept her adornments simple. Her familiar bracelet, the necklace Ino bought her and a pair of simple stud earrings. Her sandals were lovely, but already pinching her feet. Small price to pay to avoid heels, though, so she wasn't about to complain.
She turns towards Argus, who sits patiently near the door with his head tilted and eyes inquisitive.
"What do you think?" she asks him. "Think Naruto will approve?"
Argus's tail immediately starts thumping at the name. He's already grown very attached.
Hinata takes a deep breath and rubs her hands together to keep them from trembling.
"Okay," she whispers. "Here we go."