Mac and Jack Ballroom
Mac had been insulted when Jack told her she dressed like trash. She had been tempted to take out her photo album and show him the picture of her at a Christmas party the year before just to prove she knew how to dress nicely, and look elegant. But she figured that showing him inn person would be the best way to prove it to him.
So the day of the party, she spent working on her hair. Although her hair had some natural body and wave, it was very difficult to curl it, and then on top of that, she was out of practice at curling it fancy for herself. But she managed it, and smiled triumphantly at the result in the mirror. The box with the dress and mask had been dropped off to her room the night after she asked to go, but she hadn't opened it yet, half of her wanting it to be surprise and the other half not wanting to see what he chose for her because he believed so heavily that she had no taste in clothing. So, once her hair was finished, she finally opened the box. Taking the long, red, fancy, and slightly heavy dress out of the box and gasped. It was gorgeous! And all of her animosity towards Jack for not trusting her dressing abilities flew out the window in an instant. She considered pretending to be a slob all the time if this would be the pay off.
Yes, she hated her step-father and how he tried to buy her affections, but that didn't mean she hated the things he bought her. She had grown accustom to expensive things, and this dress was probably the most expensive thing she'd ever seen and would ever wear. No, she wasn't going to pretend to be a slob, ever. No, she needed to do this dress justice, and be the prime and proper woman she was brought up to be.
Walking in with Jack, Mac was a vision of elegance and grace. Her make-up wasn't gaudy or trashy. It was simple black eye liner, some blush and red lipstick that matched the red in her dress and her mask. With her hair long, her back tattoos were covered from noticeable sight, and only her brand on her collar bone showed. She felt amazing in the dress, and for once didn't feel like she had to impress people or maintain a façade of sorts. After all, she was in a town where no one knew her, mostly, so who did she have to keep up a façade with?