Chapter 8: You're cute, ADMIT IT!

- Just wash your hair and put on one of my dresses - Sophie continued explaining as she dragged.

Agatha to her cabin.

Agatha stirred more forcefully in search of her freedom.

-Not the roses -she clarifies to her hostage - the simple ones that my father bought me, like the one I'm bringing today.

He continued to pull her closer to her cabin as he caught her in her bear hug.

- The ones my father gave me, I have one that is the dark purple version of the one I'm wearing.

Agatha stopped fighting for a moment and for the first time she noticed what her friend was wearing today.

It was a very nice dress, but not extravagant, she did not wear makeup which in fact only made her look prettier, and unlike other days, where she left her hair down to show it off as peacock feathers, today she gathered it up in a ponytail that could only be described as charming.

All arranged without the air of pedant characteristic of her.

- What happen to you today?- she asked, surprised.

- I was afraid that he would lynch me for "getting along with the enemy" if I dressed as usual today- he made a quick excuse - also dad said that they recommended shaving my head and smearing my face, I didn't want to tempt fate, I already destroyed my window with an attempted barricade.

Agatha began to reflect, it seemed that her friend had not had the best of days, and it always made her happy to smear her face with concoctions, "I guess I can give in a little" she thought.

- Okay, let's have that beautifying session - she agreed, still looking somewhat reluctant, but she would hold out for the sake of her friend.

Sophie saw where her friend's thoughts were running, and she had no intention of clearing up the misunderstanding she caused with her made-up lie, she was just going to enjoy her gain.

After all, it was for her own good, or so the system said.

In front of Sofie a moment ago, a blue screen had appeared.

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NEW MISSION

COULD BE WORSE: 10 EXP

HELP AGATHA PREPARE FOR THE SCHOOL OF GOOD BY IMPROVING HER OVERALL AESTHETICS.

AS LONG AS IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A WITCH, EVERYTHING WILL GO WITH RELATIVE CALM.

I HAVE TO BE WORSE, TO BE THE BEST: 5 EXP

GET READY FOR THE SCHOOL OF EVIL, YOU MUST LOOK LIKE A VILLAIN AND LOOK FABULOUS FOR IT.

THERE IS NO REASON NOT TO BE BEAUTIFUL AND DEADLY AT THE SAME TIME.

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- Let's go! - Sophie exclaimed happily.

She took her reluctant friend's hand and led her into her room.

A while later, a bathed and dressed Agatha was sitting in front of Sophie's dressing table while she was trying on different models of ribbons.

In the end they discarded (Sophie discarded) the purple dress in favor of a white one totally without embroidery, with dropped shoulders that went straight from one shoulder to the other as it had no neck, that same part was adorned with pleated ruffles, it had an hourglass figure and the skirt fell slightly pleated to the knees.

It was a summer dress.

So, after a while, Sophie gave up on the ribbons and took a small daisy barrette and placed it in her friend's hair.

- She's ready - she proclaimed - it wasn't that bad, huh?

Agatha examined herself in Sophie's mirror, finding it hard to believe her eyes.

She looked... cute.

Nothing extraordinary, her dark circles and sunken cheekbones were still there, but...

- You just need to eat and sleep better, and you'd be a real beauty - Sophie proclaimed.

Agatha was startled when her friend put into words (although greatly exaggerated) what she herself saw, but she did not even dare to think.

- I...- began Agatha, more and more nervous- I don't know...

- Agi - Sophie interrupted.

She was looking at her through the mirror with seriousness and a slightly scolding tone.

-I promise her - she began with a firm voice - for accepting that you look good or because you accept compliments, if that could happen I would have already been lynched for genocide.

-… Safe?

- No one has come to arrest me, right? - I ask more jokingly to relax her friend.

- Right! - Agatha continued the game – in short, if she could kill herself admitting that she is pretty, you would have already burned at the stake for mass murder.

- It's not exactly the point, but if you accept compliments now, I'll settle for it.

She extended her hand to the brunette to seal her deal, and she shook it in agreement.

The two then burst out laughing.

When the laughter died down, Agatha looked at herself once more in the mirror.

-I see it, but I find it hard to believe it - she admitted.

- Luckily, denial only serves to hide a part of your beauty, not all of it - Sophie said with her arms akimbo - you can hide the external one, but I know you're sweet, even if you hide it behind that bad mood.

She pinched her friend's cheek, who replied with a pout and a snubbed bunny nose.

-oh! Look, you even look pretty angry - she put her in front of the mirror again - you have a bunny nose - she said, pointing to the way she wrinkled.

Agatha turned her face away in anger and put her hand to her nose, as Sophie hugged her shoulders and rotated her cheek with hers in an obvious attempt to annoy.

- Enough!

- you're cute, ADMIT IT! - Sophie demanded - and maybe I'll set you free.

-Sophieeee – said Agatha as a warning.

But as she smiled, she lost a lot of effect.

- ADMIT IT!

-Sophie.

- ADMIT IT!

-But...

-AD. MIT. IT!

- I AM BEAUTIFUL! RIGHT?!