Chapter Nineteen
Abby's POV
So, tonight was the big night. The night whether we could figure out the Delightful Teen's plans or not. The other girls had come over with Patton and Bartie to get ready, and from there we'd all head to the dance together; just so it'd seem natural. But as I saw Virginia letting Rachel and Kuki do her makeup and hair, I started to have second thoughts about it all. Kuki had decided on a pink frilly dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was curly, and a token crown was pinned at the top. Her makeup was also pinkish colours, which made her look about seven years older. Rachel had her hair pinned up in a funkier fashion, was wearing pale shades of blue as eye shadow, which went with her light blue one strapped dress. Virginia had a red corset top on, a black split skirt with red underneath to fill in the split. Kuki was applying reddish lipstick, and Rachel was applying very faint red eye shadow. I stood with Fanny and watched, as I was surprised she had failed to put her outfit on.
"Why aren't you dressed yet?" I asked.
"Same back at ya." She replied. "I've gotta do my hair before I get dressed. So it won't fall out during the night."
"At least you got an excuse." I muttered.
"All done!" Kuki stated excitedly, looking up. Her bubbly expression turned to a sarcastic frown. "Abby, you need to get dressed."
"Numbuh 5's havin' second thoughts." I replied lamely.
"Oh no you don't silly." She grabbed my arm, and took me to where she got changed. "You are going to put that dress on, and then we'll make you pretty!"
I rolled my eyes, and slipped off my clothing. I took off my hat, and dropped everything on the floor. Then I stared at the foreign material I was about to place on.
"Numbuh 5, it's only this one time." I told myself before grabbing the dress.
It took a while to get on, as it hugged every curve of my body. But I came out, carrying my high heels. And I thought the dress was gonna be bad. Fanny had put on her dress since then; a simple green strapless with markings on the torso. Her hair was pinned up, with a few pieces hanging down her face. She grinned at me, and pushed me down in the seat.
"Now, we have to make you extra special tonight." Rachel said, pointing a brush at me. "Take the braid out."
"W-what? Nuh uh. Numbuh 5 doesn't take the braid out."
I felt a tugging on my hair. Virginia dangled the hair tie in my face, and unraveled my hair. I had grown it a lot since I was ten, so it was almost touching the floor.
"Wow Numbuh 5-T." Rachel commented, pulling a hand through my hair. "How long does it take you to wash this?"
"Long enough for the water to run cold." Kuki joked. "Now, stay still. We are gonna make you so unbelievably gorgeous you won't even believe it's you."
"And what? Numbuh isn't now?" I joked back.
"Of course you are." Kuki giggled, going through her makeup bags. She excavated a thing of eye shadow. "So, I think you're a purple person…"
Fanny shook her head. "No, she's more of a dark brown person. That or gold." She searched for some makeup. "Purple will make it look like we punched her out."
"Well, you'd match you date then." Virginia smirked.
"Very funny. And he isn't Numbuh 5's date." I said in a bummed tone. "We're only goin' together coz of the mission."
"So you say." Rachel whispered.
"Sorry, didn't catch that." I had, but I wanted to see if she'd repeat it.
"Nothing, I didn't say a word." She replied, moving to my back and gliding the brush through my hair. Fanny grabbed my hand, and started to work on my nails.
And I knew I was either gonna thank them or kill them after this.