Modification (Part 1)

Damn this hair straightener and damn Tori Evans for the party invitation. Addison rummaged around 
her dresser for a hair clip, It lay amongst a barrage of sprays and make up. She was limited for time
and as usual a few strands of her long auburn hair were left looking dry and sizzled. "This isn't happening,"
she muttered to herself as she secured the clip in place. She was hoping the deadened ends wouldn't be
noticed now that the flaw was well hidden. The mirror seemed to shun her at every opportunity, satisfaction definitely wasn't at its finest.
 Deep down she was resenting the fact that she had made the decision to go to Tori's, how could she have been so stupid, the night was going to be a complete disaster. Curiosity had somehow won over and because of it, she couldn't back out now. Through an open window the cool breeze 
ensured some comfort though. The aqua dress that clung to her slim frame began to loosen as droplets of sweat 
slid from her skin. The summer heat had been draining and the ceiling fan that spun on high
only circled warm air. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sudden refreshment as the change swept in.
She was already tired and had no idea of just how she was going to get through the next few hours. It was going
to be torture in the presence of Tori Evans and her synthetic friends. She wasn't one to
judge, but who could win out botox and fillers. The perfect pout was out there, and the taking of selfies was
going to be horrendous. Addison sighed and began to apply a cherry lipstick that began melting the moment it touched her lips. She knew that
Its application had to be perfect. In vain she tried to apply its colour evenly in an attempt to achieve that fuller look, but who was she kidding,
she was no artist. She eventually gave up and made do with what little talent she had.
The mirror was no liar and she was an expert at putting herself down. She backed away, promising herself  not to glance at again, instead she looked over at the small clock that sat ticking on her beside
table. It was then that she realized there was only minutes left to organize herself. She scanned the floor for her
heels that lay blanketed by strewn clothing. She was definitely no neat freak, and trying on
dress after dress had sent her wardrobe into malfunction. To tight, not long enough, wrong color and the list went on.
Confidence certainly wasn't her strong point. Usually she would have to rely on her flat mate Jenna to 
rescue her from the doom of a styling meltdown. Today she was definitely at boiling point and with the bad hair day and all. 
If only she could be like Jenna, smart, gorgeous, care free, talented and the list went on. The two had been flatmates for some time, friends since high school and practically inseparable.
 Addison really needed her expertise right now. Jenna's appetite for fashion was ruthless. She could whip together something less than standard and turn it into a statement that a designer would crave for.  Then, she would connect you up with all kinds of accessories to complete the look. Today though, Addison would have to be her own judge, she just hoped the jury would be just as kind. It was imperative that she had chosen the right outfit. If only Jenna didn't have that damned appointment, then the night wouldn't be so daunting. Addison thrived on balance, but today she was sitting right on the edge of its slippery slope.
   If Jenna didn't arrive at Tori's on time then she would have to go it alone,
 she didn't have the intellectual talent that Jenna had. It was imperative that there was some class, sophistication had to cover up her awkwardness. 
  Addison sighed and finished putting on her shoes. There could only be one solution, on arrival she would wait in the car until she spotted Jenna, thank God her windows were tinted.