Lexie Keller sat at the vanity, applying her makeup in quick swooshes of the brush to properly contour her face. Some women were blessed with high cheekbones and a porcelain complexion, but Lexie took classes and spent enormous amounts of money to achieve those things.
Or at least the appearance of them.
As her fortieth birthday approached, she couldn’t help feeling a little melancholy. She pushed the feelings away and swiped on a generous amount of the sparkly, razzle-dazzle lip gloss Sasha had given her for Christmas a few months ago.
Sasha Redding had come into Lexie’s life quite unexpectedly, and through Jasper Rosequist of all people.
Still, her part-time job at The Straw now provided Lexie with the one bright ray of hope in her life—and how pathetic was that? And she thought she’
