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Sep. 20th, 2008 | 03:21 pm
music: Manic Street Preachers
She made an urgent foot towards her dressing table and gave her kohl eyes a second layer of kohl and a second brimming of tears. Her lips had a red on, so bright and unsuited, it almost seemed immoral.
Just when she could hear the laughter mounting outside, and just before her mother could come to get her, she presented herself in a room that was suddenly hushed at the brink of high pitch. Parents were finally getting immune to the embarrassment, guests were intimidated. But the boy got up and whispered in her ears, “I guess they’re scared because you overdid the makeup. Makes you look like that basilisk from Harry Potter, you know!” And he smiled with gasps. "Blaaaadi. I was thinking Dark Knight's joker guy", she said with a look that was definately shy.
When they married, it was ironically Halloween.