The night of the prom came, leaving Kim running here and there inside her house. She had a cucumber and avocado face mask on, protest of Shelby who was helping her get ready.

"Kim, calm down." She said as Kim restlessly wandered in her room, resembling a three-year-old child.

It had only been seven minutes, and Kim was already itching to pull the wet blend off her face. She waved her hands in front of her face as if it would actually dry the three-centimeter burden on her skin.

"It's already ten minutes." She protested the tenth time in the last three minutes.

"NO. And stop talking." A stern reply came.

Kim scrunched her nose and sat down on her bed, folding her hands close to her chest. She pushed her head back, letting out an annoyed moan before standing up and wandering her room again.

"Wash it off." Shelby sighed in defeat.

"Alright, we have exactly two hours before Frenchie shows up." She seriously pointed out and Kim nodded. "Go, put on your dress."

"Stare less, wear more." She reminded once she saw Kim gawking over the pink clothing in her hands.

Kim slipped off her t-shirt and delicately put on the dress so that no creases form. Once firmly put, she smiled over her reflection in the mirror and continued to eye her dress, rocking back and forth between the reflection and the dress itself.

"Kim, you're gonna be late. Stop-" Shelby's mouth instantly shut up taking a look at her. A pause and she spluttered, "You look beautiful." The words automatically left her mouth.

She continued to stare until the time popped into her mind. A clear of the throat and she finally says, "Let's start with the makeup." Kim nods, taking one last glance in the full-length mirror.

She sat down on her computer chair and slid it close to her bed where Shelby could take a comfortable position to start the make-up with.

After many minutes, declinations, 'Not too heavy' protests, Kim opened her eyes. "What?" She snapped.

"Your makeup is harassing your dress." Shelby shook her head with the 'unbelievable' look.

Her makeup, if she had any, clearly wasn't working out with the heaven-made fabric draping her body. She didn't allow Shelby to put any foundation and her eyeliner was unusually thin with an invisible layer of pink eye-shadow. No blushes were allowed, curtsy of Kim, and her lips were coated with clear lip-gloss.

She frowned. "But I don't like heavy-"

"Kim, it's a prom, not a funeral. You can't look like you just rubbed your face on grass. We have one and half an hour left. Go and wash it off and I'll re-do it." She sighed, pointing to the bathroom.

"I think it's okay." She remonstrated, only to be given a big plop of black eyeliner on her cheek by Shelby.

"Go and wash it off." She repeated and Kim sighed in defeat, finally getting up and walking in the bathroom.

Kim returned back to her room and instantly, her eyes became ready to leave their sockets. The tubes, palettes, brushes and some other products which she didn't even know the name of, lying on her bed made her question herself- 'I own that much makeup?'. The eyes diverted from the sight and got pinned to Shelby.

"Don't tell me you're going to put all of that onto my face." She warned and Shelby smilingly nodded.

Kim rolled her eyes and sat down with her eyes closed, ready to give her face entirely to Shelby for the next half an hour.

She felt the sponge running over her cheeks and forehead, quickly followed by the soft touches of brushes. The brushing of the eye-shadow was a little harsh on her eyes, but she drank it in. Her self-control was fully being tested when the wet eyeliner tickled her eyelids, but somehow, she managed to keep still.

Kim fluttered her eyelids and waited for response.

"I'm so talented." She dramatically said and handed her the mirror.

Kim's cheeks were rosier than usual and her eye-shadow looked professional, matching with the pink color and contoured with the darker shade. The eyeliner was thicker, winged slightly longer than her skin felt, but it looked incredible.

She could not see her freckles as they were concealed behind the thin layers of overlapping foundation and concealer. Her lips were not glossy anymore, they were matt now, coated with a thick shade of peach lipstick and it was definitely a good choice.

Kim removed the mirror from her sight and turned to face Shelby. "What do you think?" She nervously bit her lower lip.

"I love you, Shelby." Kim squealed as loud as she could.

It was time for hair now.

They exchanged seats and Kim was sitting on the bed now with her back facing Shelby's front.

She started with brushing the hair in downstream movements so that no tangles invade the curling. When done, she grabbed the curling iron from the desk beside and carefully wrapped small portions of Kim's hair. Half an hour was left but Shelby didn't rush the part.

The styling was simple. Yet, it looked beautiful- two thick strands from either sides twisted and brought back, pinned to keep in place with a small, flower-shaped silver brooch that had a pink stone attached in the centre.

"Done." Shelby exclaimed, rubbing the beads of sweat from her sweaty forehead.

Kim stood up and made her way directly to the full length mirror. Her curled hair was short in length now, reaching halfway her upper arm. The ringlets at the bottom perfectly contrasted with the waviness in the middle. Her makeup and dress, nothing less in comparison, was too much to hold in a crazy smile.

"Don't think of me as a creep but if I was a boy, I'd kiss you right now." Shelby interrupted Kim's mind, making her giggle.

She walked straight to her. "Thanks a lot, Shelb." She raised her arms to hug her, but Shelby interrupted, backing off.

"Not now, you'll ruin your makeup."

Kim turned around to face the mirror and again, she was gawking over, not getting enough of herself.

"You still look a little empty." Shelby pointed to her neck.

Without any response from Kim, she dashed to her dressing table, looking for the jewellery box. Her hand went hovering in search of something light, delicate and matching.

Her eyes accidently travelled to the locket. The one given by the J-person, as Kim preferred to call him now. She pulled it out smilingly, showing it to her and rushed back to Kim.

Her smile faltered as some old and unwanted memories rushed back. The cold chain pierced her skin and brain and she shivered. Luckily, Shelby didn't notice it.

The locket perfectly blended with her dress and make-up, as if specifically made to match the dress and luckily, Kim had some corresponding pearl stud earrings, so there was no saying 'No'.

"There you are." Shelby gave her a protective smile and Kim only blushed.

"How much time do we have?" She asked.

"Ten minutes."

A tint of disappointment flashed on Kim's face. Both her mom and dad were out of town for business meetings. A hand appeared on her right shoulder and she swiftly changed her gloomy expression to a smiley one.

"Have fun and if you want I've some pills helping with passing out. Take one for Frenchie." She lightly patted Kim's shoulder while she giggled.

A ring from the doorbell interrupted and the butterflies started their stunts in Kim's stomach. She sighed and gulped many times and Shelby gave her an assuring nod as her hand gently squeezed her shoulder.

She went to the door and opened it, revealing herself to Boyfriend.

"Kim, you look..." Boyfriend struggled to find an appropriate word. Basically, he was making himself look like an idiot. Was he just going to stare, or speak something?

"Say something before the prom ends and my hard work goes to waste." Shelby spoke from the background.

They chuckled and he finally extended his arm. "Let's go."

She gladly accepted his arm and turned her head to face Shelby one last time. She shot her a big thumbs up and Kim smiled back.

It was her night and nothing could possibly ruin it.