Approximately an hour and half later, and about thirty two uncomfortable yanks and tugs, Hailey was ready. Diane flashed a satisfied grin, proud that she pulled the hairstyle off pretty well. She had pulled the hair into an elegant low bun with protruding end curls which framed Hailey's face lightly. She caught a hint of surprise and contentment on her step sister's face when she looked at her reflection but it soon disappeared.

Diane stood by and waited for her to get dressed in the blue dress she had picked out for this day. A pang of jealousy settled in the pit of her stomach when Hailey came out beautiful...