Mirelah;
My bath was warm and relieving.
Having Meadow around is truly a blessing. All thanks to her, and her knowledge of my likes and dislikes, my bath was fragrant with chamomile and rose petals.
It was bliss, the heat soaked into my bones, melting every ounce of tension and worry away. Meadow wraps me in a plush towel, and as soon as we get out of the bathroom, she reaches into her dress's pocket and pulls out that small silver pot.
She starts bouncing on her toes, with mischief glimmering in her eyes, and I can not help but smile at how mischievous and adorable she is.
"Are you ready?" she whispers, and I arch a brow at her. She's so excited about this.
"Ready for what? To be vandalised by my crazy minded best friend?" I reply, but she only smirks. She simply takes my hand and leads me to the dressing table.
