EPILOGUE
I SAT IN front of the mirror while Bradley arranged my hair into a perfect chignon. It was a hairstyle I’d tried to do on myself time and time again, but each attempt left me looking as if I’d stuck a hedgehog to the side of my head. There were no such problems tonight, not with Bradley’s magic touch.
He’d also chosen my evening gown, a stunning red number I’d never have dared to wear six months ago. It perfectly matched the ruby necklace Emmy had lent me. The hotel suite was a hive of activity as everyone got ready to go out for dinner, with Bradley calling out instructions to a bevy of assistants.
A make-up artist came over and retouched my lipstick. Beige, because Bradley said we shouldn’t overpower the dress, and she’d already done the rest of my face so well I looked airbr
