Chapter 44

• I would say that it never takes me very long to get ready; I don't normally do a lot of makeup or styling before I go out anywhere. Before I met Rhodes, I used to brush my hair and maybe apply a layer of mascara when I left the house. But now here I sit; in one of those Hollywood movie studio like chairs where I have been for the last hour and a half, with a team of three gathered around me getting me ready for this charity ball. I didn't know my face needed this much work done to it.
• We decided to style my hair in long loose curls hanging down my back, but even with my slight natural curl assisting them it's taken both Marcus and David nearly an hour to bring it to a point that they are happy with. I'm afraid to touch it honestly, scared that it will feel spray painted onto my head. Those two have been talking up a racket behind me about their mutual friend Andrea and what the fuck is she doing with her life, they are both up in arms about it. Apparently her life choices have been driving them both crazy.
• Anna is a lot less involved in their conversation and spends a lot of her time pursuing her lips at my face and giving my instructions on what to do with it. Eyes closed, eyes open, look up, look down. I don't think she's happy with the canvas she has been given to paint on, she hasn't smiled once since Rhodes left the room. She's probably wondering what the hell he is doing with someone like me when he could have anyone, and I find myself agreeing with her.