Reon tried to focus on the positive as they rode the elevator up, her mother and lawyer with her. The suit didn't have a tie with it, and the blouse was a nice off white (mom called it 'cream') that flattered her slight greenish tint. Not that she showed it much beyond the hair, fingernails and lips with the makeup mix that mom and Aimee had inflicted on her. She felt a bit bemused about the fact that her girlfriend and mom doubleteamed her.<br/><br/>Shopping till you drop was an expression till the flurry of stores and trying on stuff happened. She had actually been relieved to get the salon makeover, she could rest while other people worked on her nails, hair, skin. Rest being a relative term but at least she'd been able to sit down. Which was good since the 'evil twosome' had settled on a matching skirt, hose and 'fashionable heels' for the rest of her outfit to meet the lawyers in.<br/><br/>Which, she reluctantly admitted looked nice and proper on her.