Chapter 10: The ride to Eldrador
Bethany stood before her full length mirror, completely at war with herself.
She was adorned in a white sundress with spaghetti straps. It’s bodice fitted her thin but toned torso. The neckline tastefully low, just enough to get one curious, but not enough to flash anyone, her oranges, hidden perfectly well behind the in-built bra cups.
The fitted bodice stopped at just above her hip before flaring out and stopping just above her knees.
Her light olive skin oiled to perfection stood out alluringly in contrast to her white dress, making it pop.
Her long,shiny dark blond hair was pulled back neatly, just two very thin strands released close to her ears and a fairly thick chunk in the middle of her forehead.
She stood before the mirror, unable to decide what side of her face she was going to let the thick chunk fall to.
Groaning she went to sit by her bed in frustration, the thick chunk falling to her face. In frustration she tried to blow it away when she heard a honk from downstairs, her screen lighting up, showing a text from Theo saying he was downstairs.
"Shit." She cursed, going back to her dressing table and plugging back the flat iron, pacing as she waited for it to heat up.
As soon as the indicator turned blue, she picked it immediately, using it to press the chunk to her left side, urgency and care in her movements.
The last thing she wanted was a burn on her face.
Done in seconds, she unplugged the iron, placing it on the table and rushing to her bed to pick her purse and phone.