| She glared at the smoking hair dryer and the million bottles of sprays, mousses, and gels that the convenience store clerk insisted that she needed and sighed. The borrowed curling iron's light blinked at her letting her know she had obviously done SOMETHING wrong again. Heaven only knew what it was. She glanced at the dress hanging in her closet and sighed. There was no way she was going to figure this out in time. She had less than thirty minutes to be down stairs and presentable for her first big "ball". Cinderella made this crap look easy! Surely she was smarter than a cartoon character! Then again, Cinderella did have a fairy godmother. All she had were two impatient U.S. Marines who were itchy in their own dress uniforms. Where was the fairy godmother when she needed her! 
The end result after being rescued by a female Marine...
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