He was right.

As much as she hated to agree with him... he was right.

It had taken her a few days of self pity and mulling, but things were finally starting to come together, things were starting to make better sense of themselves. Time had a way of healing both wounds and insecurities, it seemed.

After delaying the inevitable for as long as she could, Ursula was finally standing before her vanity mirror. The swelling around her eyes had faded, but the bruises, at least the larger ones, were still evident all across her collarbone, her cheek, her shoulders and her arms. Her legs were easy enough to avoid looking at, now that she'd donned actual clothing, but her exposed skin still left her wincing in terror at her own reflection.

Scattered around her sink lay several of the letters she'd received over the past couple days from a few of the students at Hillworth, their words providing the confidence she'd needed to confront her own reflection. Apparently, despite her leave from staff, some continued to keep their fondness of the busty former secretary, mostly in the form of letters, chocolates, and the rare occassional gift card (which she wouldn't deny having squealed over). A good number came from the ones who frequented the Principal's office, and Ursula couldn't help but smile at reading their sloppy attempts at love notes, such as "I really miss your outfits while waiting in the office, you were always something to look forward too". Oh, how she would miss those boys (and teasing them, to boot!).

No, she was given other plans, other plans she would accept without question, wherever and whatever they might be. Charonite had not shown displeasure in the fall of Sailor Nea, she had to remind herself, and the fact she was going with Hematite could only mean it was a new mission of sorts to take on. She'd embrace it, and she'd do a damn good job.

Leaning over, she picked up her foundation and various makeup paraphernalia and began to mask her face. The bruises were tough to hide, but not impossible. She needed to look good, looking good made her feel better, and now that her cuts had managed to at least scab over, makeup was now an option to consider.

Humming to herself, she took time and care in applying her new face, allowing her mind to slip back into events of the past. After all of this time angsting, she'd forgotten one vital part of the Castor blunder that made nearly everything seem brighter.


She had a date with the General-King.

Whether or not it was accepted out of pity or not, she didn't care. A date was a date, and he's said yes, so no matter where she wound up, she was determined that she would be able to keep this date.

Which meant, of course, the need for the perfect dress.

Ursula had thought long and hard about the situation, and how dire it was to find this Perfect Dress before the little twitty Meadowview and Crystal girls started rummaging the racks. So dire, in fact, that she was willing to leave the apartment before all of her bruises had disappeared. Shopping for prom was important, after all.

Setting down her lipstick, she took a step back to stare at herself, scrunching her nose as she studied her appearance. Not too terrible.

Picking up a pair of sunglasses, she slid them on, testing how well they hid the dark circles around her eyes. Hmmm.....decent, decent. And with a scarf, her collarbone area could certainly keep itself hidden.

Happy with her appearance, or at least as tolerant as she would find herself to be, Ursula made her way out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen phone. Lifting up the receiver, she dialed a number she hadn't dialed in quite some time, but a number that was necessary, if she was going to go all-out shopping this afternoon. A few tones later, and a voice picked up on the other end.

"Aree, darling, let's go shopping." Ursula purred into the receiver, thoughts of dresses and gloves and shoes happily filling her mind.

It was going to be one wild, carefree afternoon, if she had her way.