Chapter 22. Nightclub

Eryn’s POV

After waiting hour after hour, the stylist finally turns me around in the chair. I keep my eyes closed tight. I am afraid of what I will see when I open them. My hair has been bleached, dyed, and chopped. The makeup was caked on my face. I do not have high hopes for what I look like.

“Open your eyes,” Cassie urges me.

Opening one eye at a time, I let my eyes focus on the mirror before me. I do not recognize myself. My once long brown hair is now short and blue. The cut is choppy, giving me an edgy look. The makeup they applied is dark but somehow makes my eyes look larger than they already are. I look like an anime character.

“She hates it,” the stylist frowns.

“No,” I respond. “I don’t hate it. It is just different. I don’t look like myself.”

“You look hot,” Cassie says as she tosses a bag into my lap. “Now get changed. It is already getting late.”

I look into the bag and pull out a lacy black dress. My eyes widen as I loo