Well here is another chapter, I love this one and I really wanted to focus on her look, I hope I captured it enough for her. It was difficult to write. Thanks again for the reviews.
Emily stood in front of the mirror, wiping the tears that had fallen from her eyes. Today was the day; she needed to pull it together. She washed her face with cold water over the sink, patting it dry when she was finished for blank palate, in which to paint her face.
She had to look beautiful, she wanted to look beautiful.
She lightly brushed on an ivory powder that made her skin look softly flawless. Giving a check to make sure it was even, she set the powder down and forced herself to hold back the tears that tryed to push their way out. She sniffled really big hoping for relief from the pressure forming behind her eyes. She let out a breath shaking it off.
Emily looked at the many different eye shadows, finally choosing the bolder for her, and then topping it off with a dark eyeliner and mascara. She was generally satisfied with how she was looking. Now for blush and lipstick, they had to sort of match and she didn't want to go too dark.
The dress she picked out would definitely clash with dark lipstick and blush.
She couldn't wear black it was too standard, instead she chose the dress she had planned to wear for her and Hotch's special night, that had come and gone.
She put on a lighter shade of blush and a rose colored lipstick. After applying, she leaned in closer to the mirror and then stood back from the mirror making sure her makeup looked just perfect.
Now it was time to slip into the knee length, A-line dress. She pulled the plastic off the dress and took it off the hanger. She lightly stepped into it, letting the soft fabric slide up her body, encasing it like a glove. She slipped her arms through the arm holes, letting the short sleeves cap her shoulders. Holding the top, of the back of the dress with one hand and the other grabbing hold of the zipper, in the small of her back, she zipped up the dress sealing a satisfying reflection in the mirror.
The warmth of the peony colored dress brought her face to life and made her eyes pop. Her choice of makeup matched perfectly.
Her ebony hair fell loose in curls, slightly touching her shoulder. Due to expected wind, she didn't want her vision to be blocked by her hair tossing about, so she pulled the top and sides back in a black barrette, this gave her curls a fuller and thicker look letting them cascade out of her face behind her. She took the now, hot curling iron and gave her bangs an under curl, making them fuller as well, matching the rest of her hair.
Emily looked at the flats setting together on the tile floor. There was no way she was wearing heels at the risk of them sinking into the ground, causing her to fall. So not to completely leave out the color black, she put her feet into black flats and slipped on a black button up ¾ length sleeve sweater. She left the front of the sweater unbuttoned. The sweater was a perfect touch covering up her un wanted wounds.
Looking one last time in the mirror she smiled at the thought of Hotch's face, seeing her, but… She dropped her head looking at the ground and a tear ran down her cheek.
A knock came through the bathroom door accompanying a muffled voice, "Emily, its time."
"Yeah, I'm coming." She said anxiously. She sniffed drying up the tears, mad at herself for crying, again. She wiped it away without messing up her makeup. She let out a breath and opened the door.
Rossi's jaw dropped, he was shocked as an almost unrecognizable Emily stood before him, capturing the full beauty of the woman she is.
Emily was taken back, "I should have worn all black." She said, thinking his look meant it was too much. "I'll change real quick."
"No, Emily you are beautiful. Hotch would love it."
She smiled, "You think so?"
"Yeah I do. Really you are absolutely stunning."
"It's too much?" She said with a disappointed face.
"No it's just right." Emily was flattered and a tear again rolled down her face.
"Now, now none of that." Rossi said wiping away the tear. "Are you ready."
"For this, never."
Rossi stuck out his arm for her to take, "Okay then let's go."
Emily's emotions were high, she had to keep it together.
I wonder where she is going? Find out next. Let me know what you think, again I'm very appreciative of the comments.