Cinderella part 2 - The Carriage
"Well, Prince Charming certainly has interesting connections," Kendra said.
"Yeah," Max said, looking at them in wonder.
"Anywho, time to get you ready," Kendra said, "Lemme know when you're done bathing and I'll help you with your make up and hair."
Max sunk into the hot water that was scented with a generous donation of citrus oil by Kendra. The smell of orange blossoms was heavenly. In a time when chicken was scarce, you could get citrus oil and glass slippers. What a world.
Later, Max stepped out of her bath and dried off with the towel she'd inadvertently stolen from Logan's. She'd walked out with it after showering the mud off, and he hadn't noticed. Slipping into the dress, Max sat down and studied her reflection in the mirror. What next?
She called Kendra in and described how she wanted her hair. While Max kept a hand over the barcode on her neck, disguising the action as an attempt to assist Kendra, the other woman pulled her hair up into a French twist, leaving the ends curling at the top. She pulled out some face framing strands and a section in the back. Kendra then moved on to her make up, while Max arranged the back section of her hair to hide the barcode.
"Stop fussing with it, you'll pull it out," Kendra scolded. Max folded her hands in her lap. "Good girl. Now pout." Max did as was told and Kendra applied a little of her precious lipstick to Max's full lips.
When Kendra was done, Max surveyed the results in the mirror. "Thanks Kendra."
"No problem. Now go have fun at the ball. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Which is?" Max teased.
"Don't come home before midnight."
Max smiled went to wait for Logan at the door of the building.
Instead of Logan, a white limo and its driver waited for her.
The driver was a small man in a black suit. He had a bushy mustache and his front teeth were a little pronounced, making him resemble a mouse. Max smiled to herself as the small man stepped up to her and held out a note.
M - Please take the limo to the ball and meet me there.
It could only be Logan's doing. The driver opened the door for her and Max slid into the soft leather seats. She leaned back as the driver started the car. Soft music filled the backseat, and Max smiled as she recognized the tune. Valse Triste.
Soon they arrived at the mansion where the ball was being held. The driver opened the door for Max and then took her to the door where he handed her over to the doorman. "Miss Maxine Guevara," he whispered to the doorman.
The doorman escorted Max down a hall to the ballroom. They stood on s balcony above the room. A hush fell over the room and everyone turned to look at them. Max felt like a contestant in a pageant.
"Miss Maxine Guevara," the doorman announced. He gestured for Max to go down the curving staircase to the ballroom floor where Logan waited, leaning on his cane.
When she reached the bottom, Logan took her hand and pressed it to his lips. "Max," he whispered looking up at her, "You are stunningly beautiful."
"Thank you," she said as he tucked her hand under his arm and lead her towards the dance floor. "And thanks for the limo ride. Wherever did you find glass slippers?"
"Max, what glass slippers?"
She pulled up her skirts and pointed. "Those glass slippers."
"Max, I didn't send them."
"Well, Prince Charming certainly has interesting connections," Kendra said.
"Yeah," Max said, looking at them in wonder.
"Anywho, time to get you ready," Kendra said, "Lemme know when you're done bathing and I'll help you with your make up and hair."
Max sunk into the hot water that was scented with a generous donation of citrus oil by Kendra. The smell of orange blossoms was heavenly. In a time when chicken was scarce, you could get citrus oil and glass slippers. What a world.
Later, Max stepped out of her bath and dried off with the towel she'd inadvertently stolen from Logan's. She'd walked out with it after showering the mud off, and he hadn't noticed. Slipping into the dress, Max sat down and studied her reflection in the mirror. What next?
She called Kendra in and described how she wanted her hair. While Max kept a hand over the barcode on her neck, disguising the action as an attempt to assist Kendra, the other woman pulled her hair up into a French twist, leaving the ends curling at the top. She pulled out some face framing strands and a section in the back. Kendra then moved on to her make up, while Max arranged the back section of her hair to hide the barcode.
"Stop fussing with it, you'll pull it out," Kendra scolded. Max folded her hands in her lap. "Good girl. Now pout." Max did as was told and Kendra applied a little of her precious lipstick to Max's full lips.
When Kendra was done, Max surveyed the results in the mirror. "Thanks Kendra."
"No problem. Now go have fun at the ball. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Which is?" Max teased.
"Don't come home before midnight."
Max smiled went to wait for Logan at the door of the building.
Instead of Logan, a white limo and its driver waited for her.
The driver was a small man in a black suit. He had a bushy mustache and his front teeth were a little pronounced, making him resemble a mouse. Max smiled to herself as the small man stepped up to her and held out a note.
M - Please take the limo to the ball and meet me there.
It could only be Logan's doing. The driver opened the door for her and Max slid into the soft leather seats. She leaned back as the driver started the car. Soft music filled the backseat, and Max smiled as she recognized the tune. Valse Triste.
Soon they arrived at the mansion where the ball was being held. The driver opened the door for Max and then took her to the door where he handed her over to the doorman. "Miss Maxine Guevara," he whispered to the doorman.
The doorman escorted Max down a hall to the ballroom. They stood on s balcony above the room. A hush fell over the room and everyone turned to look at them. Max felt like a contestant in a pageant.
"Miss Maxine Guevara," the doorman announced. He gestured for Max to go down the curving staircase to the ballroom floor where Logan waited, leaning on his cane.
When she reached the bottom, Logan took her hand and pressed it to his lips. "Max," he whispered looking up at her, "You are stunningly beautiful."
"Thank you," she said as he tucked her hand under his arm and lead her towards the dance floor. "And thanks for the limo ride. Wherever did you find glass slippers?"
"Max, what glass slippers?"
She pulled up her skirts and pointed. "Those glass slippers."
"Max, I didn't send them."