Noises came from inside the washroom, clinking and clacking. Mayson was clearly in their working fast. She always did this sort of thing, wait until the last minute.<em>We are so going to be late,</em>Sana thought. She sighed slightly. It wasn't an impatient sigh, it was one of amused surrender.<br/><br/>Sana wore the amused smirk on her face when Mayson popped out of the powder room only to run back in then pop back out again and ask for a honest review of how she looked.<br/><br/>Sana said,<strong>"You look pretty good, it's a combination of style chic, model runway, and Hollywood diva. The make-up is flawless and the jewelry is tasteful. If I was the boss, I'd take you the washroom and give you a promotion. If you know what I mean, wink wink, nod nod."</strong><br/><br/>The dress Sana wore was a thin clingy black material with a short tight mini-skirt and a pair of cross straps on her back. It wasn't designer gear, it might have been a little sluttier then was appropriate, but the black made it a perfect little cocktail dress and honestly, it was one of the few dresses that she owned. Her make-up was subtle but with slightly heavy eyeliner and little eye liner tails to make her lashes pop more dramatically. Her hair was somewhat messy as was common for Sana but it always looked good. She wore no jewelry.<br/><br/><strong>"So are we ready then,"</strong>Sana said<strong>"Is there going to be food there? I'm starving, I forgot to eat dinner."</strong>