Sorry so short... the next one is longer, promise!: ) Hope you all are continuing to enjoy... Read and Review por favor! Muchas gracias! :D
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After confirming her shoe size with Mme. Fay and requesting that nothing be more than two inches high heel-wise, Sarah was advised by Mme's staff that her gowns and accessories would not require a final fitting before the cut; one gown would be brought to her office, while the rest would simply be sent to the suite. Sarah had blushed a bit – knowing that someone else knew she was sharing a suite with this man – and then drew herself up. You're a professional, Williams. Chin up! Stowe the confusion and virginal blushes until you get home.
Sarah soon found herself back in her apartment, ruminating and snacking on Cheezits.
She felt like Winnie the Pooh when he would poke at his forehead saying "think, think, think!" She paced in front of the vanity and mirror in her bedroom, chewing obnoxiously loud – which showed how agitated she was. Good thing she was out of wine.
Had she really let Jareth into her head so far that she was letting him mess with her without it being him? Essentially, wasn't she messing with her own head for him?
"Okay, really, you do live in Hollyweird. Strange things happen everyday. You turned down a King when you were a teenager – and really, who knows if he truly wanted you, Sarah Williams to love and to cherish?" she sighed with disgust and glared at the mirror, "Moving on...You call friends on the mirror in your bedroom. Fast forward to present day; said King shut you down, you get a call from some guy named Jeeves, and wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am... you have a weekend date with Royalty. You go to this incredible place to have dress fittings done by this nice – but shiny, tiny, woman – and there's a billboard next to the building with a fairy announcing magical things can happen. Then with the white owl cape... Think, Sarah, think. Does two and two equal five or four?"
She plopped onto her vanity chair, out of sorts, and stared unblinkingly at her reflection; her head held up by her hand smooshing her cheek and distorted her vision in that eye. An idea came to her and Sarah held onto her resolve with a mental death grip.
She quickly dragged a brush through her hair, patted on some more foundation and concealer for the slight purple beneath her eyes from lack of a good night's sleep. Slicking on some pink lip gloss, and a bit of eyeliner and mascara. Might as well add some eye shadow. Get your game face on Williams, she prepared herself. This could be a tough crowd.
Her jeans and green button up blouse she'd worn to Madame Fay's would have to do. She made sure her fly was buttoned and that her blouse buttons weren't mis-matched. Okay, she was ready.
Sarah closed her eyes tightly and whispered to the mirror, "Jareth, I need you."