Not quite. But you can come distract me some more. I'm past the eye poking stage. Heather couldn't beat down the grin as she began to spread lip lacquer on. Knowing it would dry and stay, so she wouldn't have to worry about reapplying once they were through the door.
I've got to do my hair, and put on my dress. And stocking and shoes. All of which she began to do just then. The under things that made a dress like the one she was about to wear look fabulous.