@reid-jenner
Rebecca sat at the vanity in hers and Reid’s master bedroom, in just her robe, as she put the finishing touches on her face. At this point, her hair was hard to the touch, it’s updo was so stiff and perfectly arranged. Becca had even placed short, clip-in bangs on her hairline, and a tiny tiara at the base of her twist. The iconic look of Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ opening scene was not brain surgery, in fact, it had been a rather enjoyable last hour or so that she had spent putting together the face of makeup and hair which now adorned her naturally lovely features.
The girls, eager for their babysitter to arrive, were wound up after a luscious Saturday dinner. They adored when their father was home for dinner, as he oftentimes didn’t make it home in time during the week. So, on Saturdays and Sundays, they were absolutely giddy to tell him all about their week in painstaking detail, barely touching their food as they filled the atmosphere of the dinner table with lively words and stories. It had been a beautiful day, only mildly soured in Rebecca’s mind at the reminder of the evening’s party. She was nervous, though she knew she had to be by Reid’s side this evening. That alleviated her choice of attending the party or not, so once she had come to terms with the fact that it was happening, she had chosen to make the most of the event.
Just as she was inspecting all angles of her face to make sure there wasn’t a speck of mascara out of place, the doorbell rang. Rebecca stood as the girls lunged off the bed which they had been rolling about on, and raced down the stairs into the foyer. “Darling,” she called out to her husband, “I’m going to let Angelica in, I’ll be back up in a minute.” She descended the stairs, grinning as the girls hopped up and down just before the front door.
