Out of story note: I wanted to expand on what The Guest did in the his addition so some of the words are his and some are mine.
She looked up into the mirror and saw something that surprised her. Her hair looked like it had been thoroughly washed and curled slightly. It was also put up with little berets so it hung behind her ears and over her shoulders just so and didn't get in the way. It was a familiar look but she hadn't seen it look like that since her mother had forced her to go to that salon before her cousin's wedding.
Her face also looked different. She was wearing makeup, this wasn't completely out of the ordinary, but this was not what she had put on this morning, the usual bare minimum job. This was subtle, and tastefully done, but Kyla never wore makeup like this, it made her look some how older, "more mature" would have been the word she used in place of "sexy" which was the thought that came to mind when she saw herself. She frowned. This is impossible. It's not like someone knocked me out and did this without me knowing, she thought.
It bothered her that she didn't have a rational explanation, but the more she looked at herself in the mirror, the more she realized something. She liked what she saw, she felt pride in it and she wished she could look like that everyday, a wish she had made before at her cousins wedding (which though it was over a year ago was still her Facebook picture.) Wanting to look presentable doesn't make me superficial...does it? That's only if you care only about your looks.
She left into the hallway.
