Laurel was successfully brainwashed into delivering a love bento. She was urged to wash up and change into the clothes that Scarlett selected. It happened to be a pair of fleece tights, a full-length black skirt, and a white sweater with a red checkered bow broach resting on her heart.
Scarlett went the extra step by tying her hair in a half ponytail and adding a bow clip to it. A couple of fringes fell on both sides of her face. Adding some delicate makeup and some color to the lips, Laurel looked nothing less than a doll.
"Perfect!" Scarlett squealed.
Laurel felt like a specimen being experimented on. She wasn't allowed to look at herself in the mirror while Scarlett worked on her body from head to toe. She stepped into the shiny black loafers that added some height to her and stepped
