Nessa's hands moved quickly, weaving and twisting strands of my hair into something far neater than I could have managed on my own. I sat still, watching her reflection in the mirror as the final curls framed my face.
We nearly got into an argument about how my hair should be styled. Nessa insisted on a curled updo, while I wanted to leave my hair down simply. In the end, we compromised and decided on leaving my hair down with light curls.
"Almost done," she murmured, tucking one last strand behind my ear. "You look perfect."
I smiled faintly. "You've said that after every step."
"That's because it keeps being true."
We both laughed, though mine was much less unrestrained.
But before I could respond, my stomach growled loudly, echoing embarrassingly through the quiet room.
Nessa's eyes widened, then she clasped a hand over her mouth to hide a giggle. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, I should've brought something from the kitchen."
