When Angie and Priscilla came back, their astonishment at my changed appearance was obvious. Both Denise and I wore full, frilled aprons with multi-colored floral patterns. I blushed, seeing Priscilla's somewhat disbelieving stare as she took in my apron with the large bow at the back, then my hair, which Denise had parted on a different side and held in place by a few judicious bobbi pins. I desperately hoped that they weren't too noticeable. I don't think that Priscilla noticed that my eyebrows had been plucked over the bridge of my nose.
"Amazing what a few little eyebrows in the wrong place can do!" Denise had said as she had plucked away at mine happily.