The wooden door slams shut heavily behind me; definitive as the loud thud echoes against the pale bare walls while Dakota drags me further into the once silent bedroom despite my relentless protesting, pleading to be let go as I chuckle and squirm uncontrollably within her unbudged grasp.
I drag my feet unenthusiastically; dreading what the next few hours will bring while I anticipate what the girls have in store for me, not really wanting all the fuss. When Dakota’s hand finally releases my own as she places a handful of bags onto the floor I quickly spin around, ready to flee the torturous afternoon filled with make-up and hairspray. To my despair Raven blocks me; pressing her small frame against the door and preventing my escape, not bothering to hide her mischievous grin as it uncari
