"It's a wedding, not a fucking pantomime," Stephanie hissed, desperately trying to wriggle out from your unrelenting grip on her face. To no prevail, that was. Your hold was damn steely, not faltering for a moment. Though, she eventually did succumb to the involuntary preening, melting into your plush comforter with a groan, letting your apply the extravagant (foolish) eyeshadow.

This was stupid. Really, Steph should have been in a far better mood than she was considering Bruce and Selena were finally tying the knot; grumpiness only brought on by your own attitude. Sure, she had showed up at yours and sprung the news on you with a meer weeks notice, and yeah, you were technically doing her a favour here, but that didn't warrant the excessive glares you were harbouring. And it most certainly wasn't the reason she was blushing, no, that was just the makeup. She whined, "just get on with it."