Lucy smiled gently at Lexiâ€™s words. She knew exactly what her sister was talking about and had the hairstyle to match. She started slowly brushing Lexiâ€™s hair again, only half listening to her sisterâ€™s words. She started to pull bits of blonde hair up, curl other bits, and braid yet other bits. She was more daydreaming than listening now, thinking about when she had been the one getting her hair done for her own Match Ball. It seemed so long ago, and while she hadnâ€™t chosen her husband herself, she wasnâ€™t exactly unhappy with the choice. George was a good and caring man. She hoped Lexi would be as lucky. â€œHuh?â€ Lucy said as Lexiâ€™s question brought her out of her daydreams. â€œOh.â€ She laughed lightly and laid a hand on her belly. â€œNo. I want it to be a surprise.â€ She smiled and curled one last bit of Lexiâ€™s hair. â€œAll done! I hope you like it because I donâ€™t think I have time to redo it.â€ She smiled again and gave her sister a hug. â€œIâ€™m going back downstairs to raid the fridge. Little no name wants chocolate cake.â€ She smiled yet again before leaving the room and going back downstairs.