preparing for the final ball

Two hours later...

Lauren had, of course, finished the bottle of champagne. She'd unknowingly accompanied this with two Soma's. The result? Lauren was staggering, a little bleary eyed and hazy. She wore her fine ball gown, accompanied by her enhancing underwear. All this was subtly sabotaged by her maid, though she was totally unaware of this. She modeled for herself before her many mirrors, admiring her glamorous beauty. She giggled, doing a spin for herself.

The rest of the afternoon blurred by for Lauren. While downstairs the staff of the house prepared for the party, decorating, slaving in the kitchen and grounds, Lauren's beauticians arrived. She was manicured, makeuped. Her hair designed to perfection, topped with a tiara. She stared at her reflection the whole time, lazily and drunkenly enjoying her transformation from beauty to perfection.

Finally, as she heard guests arriving, Lauren decided she was ready to go down. She looked int he mirror one last time.

"Utter perfection!" She said to herself, before stumbling slightly. "How could Mark pass up all this?!" She then turned to head down to her charity ball, unaware what would be in store.