Lacey
I stood in front of my mirror, the black dress clinging to every curve and ending at my ankles. Its long sheer sleeves flared at the wrists, hanging loosely at my sides. Lisa had skipped the natural makeup look and instead gave me a dark smoky eye, the smudged black eyeliner making my emerald eyes shine more brightly than usual.
“You look beautiful as always,” Lisa said, stepping back to admire her work. “But more than that, I can see the alpha power in your eyes. I can feel it radiating from your aura. And this look brings it all together. If I do say so myself, I nailed it. You look like the incredible leader I always knew you were.”
Lisa’s words filled me with pride as I tried to shove the guilt away, pushing the darkness still clinging to the corners of my mind back so I could
