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CHAMBERS, samara b. (tracelines) wrote in pandorarpg,

Samara didn't have any real reason to dress up, but it felt nice to do so anyway. And wearing black was not exactly a mourning choice as much as a style choice, but she supposed that people might consider something of the sort regardless. She still was not sure what she was feeling on the matter so it was better to go along with what they wanted than to try to figure it out for herself. She didn't particularly want to disappoint Benji either, not that he was going to be terribly sad himself; they both had an odd relationship with their parents which might explain why they were close with one another despite their personality differences.

Samara bent her head back to look up at her husband from her perch on the chair in front of her vanity mirror where she was still trying to get her hair to curl loosely down her shoulders. She generally didn't do this because it never stuck well, but it was worth a shot for the night, even with the frustration. She had not had to prepare much for the party since they had Taffy to cook so she had splurged a bit. "I'd take you up on that offer if you had come in about five minutes ago. Unfortunately it takes me that long just to get in and out of this dress...properly at least," she added, considering how they sometimes did things. "Thank you though. I thought I'd give it a try since it's supposed to be a party for me and all."