Chapter 31

RHIANNON

“I can’t… even see,” I muttered as I felt the makeup brush on my face.

“Give her a bit of space,” the man said in a French accent that sounded rather eloquent.

“Thank you,” I heaved, placing my hand on my chest.

“Can we begin now, ma’am?” the lady in a scarf asked as she brought out a palette of colors.

Oh God, I’ll have more makeup on my face than all the times I’ve worn it combined.

“Yes,” I answered, sitting up straight.

I could feel their hands on my hair, and brushes and tweezers on my face and brows.

After minutes of fussing and art—

“It is done,” he said, smacking his tongue.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I look amazing. Oh my God.

“How do you like it, miss?” the lady asked as she placed her tools back into the box.

“You did amazing. I look fabulous.”

“You are fabulous. Your beautiful face made it easier to make you even prettier,” the man said.