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Mrs Cap pulled a pair of black linen gaucho pants off the rack and held them up with the top. “And you can wear these with it.”
“I need a drink,” Ant said to herself.
But Lauretta heard her. “Dahhhling , of course. We have champagne in the back. I go get.”
“Oh! That sounds lovely,” said Mrs Cap.
“No, I was just…” But before Ant could even finish, Lauretta was in the back. The next sound anyone heard was the definitive Pop! of a bottle of bubbles being opened.
And that’s how the morning went. They rushed from one boutique to the next where her mom held up one outfit after another. Each one progressively worse, at least from Ant’s point of view.
There was the crushed velvet halter with the plunging Swarovski neckline, the flaming orange romper with the black leather belt and matching epaulettes, and finally the skin tight, red leather mini dress with the spaghetti straps and endless silver piping.
“You really think dad is going to let me out of the house wearing this,” she asked her mom.
“You let me worry about your father. Now, we need some shoes. Do you have anything in a six inch stiletto?” she asked the sales girl.
At one point Ant asked, “Why don’t we just go to the mall?”
To which her mom replied, “Because the mall has nothing but crap, honey. ”
Eventually Ant grew tired of fighting and just gave in. She let her mom buy whatever she wanted. In the end it wouldn’t matter. Ant figured that she would just throw on something comfortable from her own closet at the last minute and it would just be too late for anyone to do anything about it. Frankly Ant was more interested in having some lunch than shopping. But her mom insisted there wasn’t time.
Finally they finished up at the boutiques and rushed to the salon. Ant was the first to go. The first to get made up. She sat in the chair, helpless, as her mom directed each individual stylist - and there were many working on Ant that day - in exactly what she wanted them to do.
As the staff worked, Mrs Cap helped herself to a plateful of complimentary goodies from the glitzy, marble topped coffee bar. She piled high blueberry scones, two mini corn muffins and a cinnamon raisin bagel with not one, not two, but three scoops of cream cheese heaped upon it. All this she washed down with a cinnamon spiked cappuccino one of the staff made for her.
The woman who had done Ant’s nails came over. “She’s ready.”
“Really?” asked Mrs Cap excitedly, corn muffin spitting from the corners of her mouth as she spoke. She jumped out of her chair and rushed to see her daughter.
After a good two and a half hours Ant emerged from the last chair with her hair poofed, her lips plumped, her nails done, her eyes smoked and even her cleavage blushed. She looked like a sexed up cartoon character of her former self.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, finally taking it all in.
“I know, right!” exclaimed her mom with a big hug. “You look wonderful.”
“I look terrible!”
“No!” shouted all eight people standing around her, watching the big reveal.
“My turn,” sang her mom as she plopped down in the styling chair, squeezing her ample girth between the arm rests. “Make me beautiful,” she demanded with a laugh.
The staff quickly got to work. A couple of the girls began working on Mrs Cap while another escorted Ant over to the coffee bar and waiting area.
“Come with me,” she said. “You must be hungry. Let’s fix you a plate.”
“No no no,” Mrs Cap insisted from the salon chair. “Nothing to eat. That dress we bought you is tight enough. Just a little coffee for her.”
“Mom, I’m starving.”
But Mrs Cap just waived her off and went back to twisting her head around in the mirror. “Pish posh, you’ll be fine.”
As the stylists began tugging and teasing, Ant settled onto one of the stools at the coffee bar.
“Cappucino?” asked the girl behind the counter.
“Sure,” said Ant with a smile. “Thank you.” She stared wistfully at the plate of pastries, but decided against it. It just wasn’t worth the aggravation it would cause. She did sneak a couple grapes off the fruit plate. But, she also instinctively looked over at her mother, making sure the coast was clear, before popping them in her mouth.
