‘Skylar! What are you doing?’ came Mrs Parker’s exasperated voice from the bottom of the stairs.
The Omega was sat at her vanity, desperately trying to curl her hair with the curling iron that Alexandra had lent to her. The warrior was supposed to come over to help her get ready but had needed to cancel after she was roped into helping her parents with her brothers who had decided that two hours before the party was the perfect time to take a mud bath. She had raced to the teenagers house to thrust her curling iron into her hand and sped off back to her own house to try and get herself and her brothers ready for the party on time.
‘I’m coming mum’ she called back as she unplugged the iron and checked her make up before standing up and slipping on her shoes and making her way downstairs.
