Ella woke up to persistent knocking on the door. She didn't want to open it, but she knew she couldn't escape. When she opened it, she found Helena waiting.
"It's time to start getting ready. There's a whole battalion outside: a makeup artist, a hairdresser, and even someone for waxing."
Ella's stomach turned.
"I'm not going to get waxed, Helena. And it would only be the most intimate waxing, anyway. I don't have hair on other parts of my body, and I'm not going to subject myself to that with a total stranger."
"Are you sure? What if he wants it? It's better not to upset him on the first night."
Ella feared Xavier for many reasons, but something told her he was too masculine to care about a few wisps of hair.
She sat in the chair like a doll, letting them shape her eyebrows, paint he
