Eight Seconds to Fly

B eau and Frankie helped me get dressed the following night for the gala. They’d sent Dylan over to Branch and Beau’s hotel room, wanting that rom-com moment when they see me for the first time and realize I’m just not the nerdy art geek, but really a beautiful woman.

It would help if I had any damn idea how to do makeup, but I Youtubed a tutorial for easy makeup, bought everything the girl suggested and then applied it as per her direction.

Except eyeliner. Fuck that shit. I’d poked myself in the eye twice and realized that I shook like a recovering alcoholic. It just did not work. But luckily nature had blessed me with thick, long eyelashes and with a bit of mascara applied twice, you wouldn’t even know.

I put leave in conditioner in my hair and loosely braided it diagonally down my head, pulling out some wispy bits so it looked something like a professional hair do.