As Willow smeared her lipstick onto her lips, she kept on glancing worriedly over at the phone.
Buffy had seemed distant recently and had stayed away from her, but Willow still felt guilty
about going to the party without her. Pressing her lips together, Willow placed the lid back on
her lipstick and glanced at the top of it.
"Moonlit cherry," she whispered to herself. "Mysterious, yet cute," she deducted carefully, after
a close examination in the mirror. Willow was pleased with her outfit. She had taken Cordelia's
advice, and worn something she wouldn't normally; a tight pink vest top with a shimmering trim,
a short white skirt, red dolly shoes with little bows on the front, and she had put her hair into two
small plaits which were kept together by sparkling, sliver butterfly clips. She was delighted with
the result. Her mom had joked with her about how she looked like a normal teenage girl, and
Willow had laughed back, but now the joke didn't seem so funny. Not when her image
mattered. The weather outside was pleasantly warm, so Willow didn't need to bother with a
jacket or a coat, but she shoved her favourite flowery cardigan into her small grey shoulderbag,
just incase. She knew it would ruin the look if she wore it, but she needed something with her,
which would remind her that she was only a princess for the night.
"Like Cinderella!" she thought, giggling. "Perhaps I shoulda worn some glass slippers and a cute
little tiara!"
Willow glanced back over at the phone again, hoping it would ring, and that Buffy would be on
the other end. She couldn't seem to distract herself from feeling guilty. A knock at her bedroom
door roused her from her thoughts.
"Come in!" The door swung open slowly, and Buffy stood in the doorway. Willow looked her
up and down. She was wearing a strappy white dress, which ended just before her knees. It had
"floaty potential," e.g. it would probably float a bit, if the wind caught it. Buffy's feet were
adorned with shiny, white platforms which revealed her perfectly manicured toe nails. Her hair
fell around her shoulders casually, with a fine silver hairband run through it, to stop her locks
from blinding her vision. Willow was impressed.
"What do you think?" asked Buffy.
"Very pure looking," said Willow, with a big grin on her face.
"Do you think Angel'll like it?"
"Sure he will! Who wouldn't? I bet by the end of the evening, even Dan Miller will be chasing
ya!" Buffy grinned.
"Thanks, Will." Willow smiled. "You don't look bad yourself!"
"And I don't look good either. I feel really stupid in this...but it makes me feel sexy. I like that
feeling. It also proves that I've got two...well...you know what I mean." Buffy smiled, and
wrapped her arm around her best friend.
"Are you all set?"
