"Hold still or I will poke your eye out."
Delilah stood in front of Evie, holding an eyeliner pencil like a weapon. Evie tried not to flinch as Delilah applied makeup with expert precision.
"I still do not understand why I need makeup," Evie said. "We are meeting a werewolf, not going to a party."
"Appearance matters in our world," Delilah explained. She stepped back to examine her work. "You need to look powerful, confident, like a Luna. That means perfect makeup, perfect hair, perfect clothes."
Evie looked at herself in the mirror. Delilah had transformed her. Her hair was styled in soft waves. Her makeup made her eyes look bigger, more intense. She wore a simple black dress that Victoria had provided, elegant but not flashy, with boots that had a small heel.
"I look like a differen
