Zelda, however, was having no problem at all with her hair. She, being a
princess, had attended hundreds of parties, and always did her hair the
same way for them. It was what to wear that was getting to her.
Pink disgusted her, and she only wore it when she had to. She thought that red resemble blood, so she didn't want to wear that. Zelda often thought that she looked bad in green, and that it wasn't her color.
It was between the blue or purple. Both were tinted with gold, and were lovely (I mean she's a princess, she's going to have nice stuff). Blue was what she had worn when she beat Link in battle, and made her feel guilty. Of course, the blue gloves were also the ones that held his first valentine.
"Summer," Zelda called. There was no response. She walked out of her bedroom, and into Summer's, which had the television in it. Zel's younger cousin was watching Oklahoma! on tv. Summer was already dressed, wearing a simple yellow gown with laces.
"Oh Curly, I'll marry ya-if ya want me to!" said Shirley Jones on
screen.
Zelda sighed. "Oh, if only life were like the movies."
"What?" Then Zelda remembered what she had wanted to ask her cousin. "Summer, do you think I should wear purple or blue? I can't decide." "Blue," Summer answered, with out a second's thought. Zelda frowned. "That was a rather rapid decision." Summer turned around. "I like you in that blue dress. The gold and dark blue together bring out the color in your hair." She smiled. "Link likes it, too." "Okay, you've convinced me," said Zelda, grinning. She skipped back to her bedroom, humming. Putting on her gloves, Zelda made sure to slip the valentine into it. She was curious to see what Link would think of it now (as opposed to when he wrote it). Then the princess opened her drawer and frowned. Normally, the only makeup Zelda wore was lipstick. She wondered if she should make an exception tonight. She decided to at least give herself a manicure. While her nails were drying, Zelda called Samus. The bounty hunter had it on speaker, and there were loud crashes coming from it. "Sam, are you all right?" Zelda asked. Samus put the speaker off, and picked up the phone. "Yeah Zel, I'm fine. It's these stupid heels! They are so hard to walk around in! How on earth do you manage it every day?!" Zelda had to laugh. "You're wearing heels?!" "Yes! Is that a problem?! I've decided to put on a gown, too. I suppose that everyone else'll be dressed up, so I'm going to as well." "Dressed to impress, huh?" Zelda asked, slipping on her own snowy white heeled shoes. "You said it Zel. All I can say is that I'll shoot anyone who comes within in ten feet of me with a camera." Zelda laughed again. "That's going to be hard to manage. You know that they're televising the party this year." "WHAT?!?! WHY?!" "Well, I guess that-" "WHAT IS THE SIGNIFIGANCE OF IT?!?" "Geez Samus, calm down. I think that people in this world are anxious to see what smashers are like off the battlefield. Like who do we really hate, and who do we like? Who do we get along with? You know, stuff like that. You're going to have to get over it and try to ignore the camera man." There was a long silence, and Zelda thought that Samus had hung up on her. "Hello?" "I guess you're right," Samus said slowly. "Just the world better not get used to seeing me in this dress, because I'm never going to wear it again!!" "Well then why are you wearing one now?" "Sorry, gotta get ready. Bye!" Zelda was stunned, as Samus hung up. "That was an odd way to end a conversation," she said, putting the phone back onto its receiver. She simply shrugged it off as nothing. Then Zelda decided that if Samus was going as far as putting on heels and a dress, she'd go as far as putting on makeup.
While all this was going on, Peach was slumped in her chair. The party was set to begin in a half an hour. The princess was a mess. Her hair was uncombed, her dress had dirt down the front, and she was sulking. Tilting her head so she could see the clock, Peach decided that it was time to start getting ready. She dragged herself to the bathroom, and slowly began to brush her hair. Makeup was applied, and she put on some lotion. Peach practiced smiling at herself in the mirror, trying to look happy. But she wasn't. For an entire year, Peach had been trying to hook up Marth and Zelda. That would leave Link open for herself. Instead, her whole plan backfired. Link was beginning to fall for Zelda, and her for him. Peach had pretended to understand her fellow princess' feeling about Marth, but was really quite enraged at them. Zel had beaten her to Link. "IT'S NOT FAIR!!!" she shouted at her reflection. Slowly, Peach began to calm down. Once more, she smiled at herself in the mirror. It was a smile that could convince anyone that she was enjoying herself.
Pink disgusted her, and she only wore it when she had to. She thought that red resemble blood, so she didn't want to wear that. Zelda often thought that she looked bad in green, and that it wasn't her color.
It was between the blue or purple. Both were tinted with gold, and were lovely (I mean she's a princess, she's going to have nice stuff). Blue was what she had worn when she beat Link in battle, and made her feel guilty. Of course, the blue gloves were also the ones that held his first valentine.
"Summer," Zelda called. There was no response. She walked out of her bedroom, and into Summer's, which had the television in it. Zel's younger cousin was watching Oklahoma! on tv. Summer was already dressed, wearing a simple yellow gown with laces.
"Oh Curly, I'll marry ya-if ya want me to!" said Shirley Jones on
screen.
Zelda sighed. "Oh, if only life were like the movies."
"What?" Then Zelda remembered what she had wanted to ask her cousin. "Summer, do you think I should wear purple or blue? I can't decide." "Blue," Summer answered, with out a second's thought. Zelda frowned. "That was a rather rapid decision." Summer turned around. "I like you in that blue dress. The gold and dark blue together bring out the color in your hair." She smiled. "Link likes it, too." "Okay, you've convinced me," said Zelda, grinning. She skipped back to her bedroom, humming. Putting on her gloves, Zelda made sure to slip the valentine into it. She was curious to see what Link would think of it now (as opposed to when he wrote it). Then the princess opened her drawer and frowned. Normally, the only makeup Zelda wore was lipstick. She wondered if she should make an exception tonight. She decided to at least give herself a manicure. While her nails were drying, Zelda called Samus. The bounty hunter had it on speaker, and there were loud crashes coming from it. "Sam, are you all right?" Zelda asked. Samus put the speaker off, and picked up the phone. "Yeah Zel, I'm fine. It's these stupid heels! They are so hard to walk around in! How on earth do you manage it every day?!" Zelda had to laugh. "You're wearing heels?!" "Yes! Is that a problem?! I've decided to put on a gown, too. I suppose that everyone else'll be dressed up, so I'm going to as well." "Dressed to impress, huh?" Zelda asked, slipping on her own snowy white heeled shoes. "You said it Zel. All I can say is that I'll shoot anyone who comes within in ten feet of me with a camera." Zelda laughed again. "That's going to be hard to manage. You know that they're televising the party this year." "WHAT?!?! WHY?!" "Well, I guess that-" "WHAT IS THE SIGNIFIGANCE OF IT?!?" "Geez Samus, calm down. I think that people in this world are anxious to see what smashers are like off the battlefield. Like who do we really hate, and who do we like? Who do we get along with? You know, stuff like that. You're going to have to get over it and try to ignore the camera man." There was a long silence, and Zelda thought that Samus had hung up on her. "Hello?" "I guess you're right," Samus said slowly. "Just the world better not get used to seeing me in this dress, because I'm never going to wear it again!!" "Well then why are you wearing one now?" "Sorry, gotta get ready. Bye!" Zelda was stunned, as Samus hung up. "That was an odd way to end a conversation," she said, putting the phone back onto its receiver. She simply shrugged it off as nothing. Then Zelda decided that if Samus was going as far as putting on heels and a dress, she'd go as far as putting on makeup.
While all this was going on, Peach was slumped in her chair. The party was set to begin in a half an hour. The princess was a mess. Her hair was uncombed, her dress had dirt down the front, and she was sulking. Tilting her head so she could see the clock, Peach decided that it was time to start getting ready. She dragged herself to the bathroom, and slowly began to brush her hair. Makeup was applied, and she put on some lotion. Peach practiced smiling at herself in the mirror, trying to look happy. But she wasn't. For an entire year, Peach had been trying to hook up Marth and Zelda. That would leave Link open for herself. Instead, her whole plan backfired. Link was beginning to fall for Zelda, and her for him. Peach had pretended to understand her fellow princess' feeling about Marth, but was really quite enraged at them. Zel had beaten her to Link. "IT'S NOT FAIR!!!" she shouted at her reflection. Slowly, Peach began to calm down. Once more, she smiled at herself in the mirror. It was a smile that could convince anyone that she was enjoying herself.
