"In the bedroom." Kami laughed, not at all sheepish. "And, no, I didn't damage the wall at all with the shoe. I have pretty good aim with a heel." She motioned for Naea to follow her towards the half-open door towards the back of the main room. "You just have to promise not to laugh. It's a little messy in there."
Shoving the door open, Naea was confronted with a decidedly more feminine room than the main living area as if Kami had deliberately held back her love of frills so that any visitors could breathe easier. The result was a bedroom that, even in its state of disarray, echoed with the Golden Age of Hollywood; the headboard behind the bed was a gentle low curve, painted white with silver accents, with matching spindly little nightstands with matching gingerbread trim. Again there were too many pillows and the pink and black comforter lay crooked beneath a large round mirror in a simple frame. Clearing the door, a flash of light caught the corner of her eye and she noticed the old-fashioned vanity table, an almost overwhelming mixture of mirrors on top and mirrors on its surface. Kami went over to lift the mirror from the bed without hesitation. She looked over her shoulder at her tool-bearing friend and smiled. "This sucker needs to go above that dresser. You know, opposite the windows."