Saturday night arrived with an anticipation in Katherine's apartment.
She stood in the center of her bedroom, her robe tied neatly around her waist, the soft fabric brushing her knees. The scent of lavender-scented candles filled the air. Her hair was damp from a recent shower, her skin glowing slightly from the moisturizer she'd just applied.
Irene, dressed in a stylish blouse and jeans, clicked her makeup suitcase open with a theatrical flair. "Alright, Miss Lady of the Night," she said with a grin, "you ready to look like a goddess?"
Katherine rolled her eyes, but her smile was warm. "You're making it sound like I'm about to walk the red carpet."
"You are! Or close enough." Irene pulled out her brushes. "That party is full of rich, important people, and you—" she tapped Katherine's nose playfully, "—are going to be the most unforgettable woman there."