Buttercup spins around in front of the mirror, the dress that Butch had bought her tightly wrapped around her body.
She inspects every single detail, her dress, her hair, her makeup, her shoes, every thing. Bubbles had done her makeup and Blossom had done her hair so she knows hat they look perfect.
Beside her stands Bubbles wearing a dress bought by Boomer for the same dance. Hers is baby blue all the way down with velvet black flowers wrapping out in some places.
It fits well around her body and shows off her hips. Something Bubbles is glad of since there aren't that many dresses that can cling to your curves without making you look fat.
Blossom walks in from the bathroom and joins them at the mirror, eying her hair and makeup and dress.
Blossom's dress is longer than Buttercup's and Bubble's dresses, hers goes all the way to the floor.
at the Bottom it's a fierce fiery red, and as you go up the dress becomes lighter, ending at the top with a pale whitish pink color.
"I think I'm ready." Bubbles says, turning around in front of the mirror one final time before nodding satisfied with her looks.
Buttercup and Blossom both nod in agreement before they hear the sound of a knock at the door.
Blossom goes to get it, since Buttercup is a lazy person and bubbles still has issues with opening the door for people since the whole drug dealer thing. Even though the police had assured the girls that they wouldn't be out of jail for a long time.
Blossom smiles when she sees that Brick and his brothers are standing at the door in tuxedos and their hair fixed.
Bricks hair is pulled behind his head in a low pony tail, without his hat, he looks elegant and classy. Even though his mouth is hanging wide open from the way Blossom looks tonight.
Boomer smiles and walks over to Bubbles, his hair is parted a little right of the middle and combed over and back.
Bubbles giggles and kisses him on the cheek before saying. "Boomer, you look like a lawyer!"
That causes Boomer to blush but he keeps a smile on his lips when he replies. "And you look like a princess."
Buttercups mouth is open as she puts her hand on top of Butch's head where his hair use to be.
He had cut off his signature spikes and now his hair stands only an inch from his scalp, still spiked up, but not as tall as it was before.
"Oh my god." She says running her fingers over his soft, now short, hair with her mouth still open.
Butch looks into her eyes worried. "Don't you like it?" He asks, afraid that she hates his new hair style.
She laughs and removes her hand from his head, then she kisses him on the cheek