Cara POV
Nat took me to a spare bedroom for visiting parties to get ready in.
The room already had a make-up artist, a hair stylist and a number of dresses and outfits thrown on the bed with matching shoes and everything.
“So not expecting me I see?” They laughed before I was shoved into the bathroom to have a quick shower.
I was given strict instructions to not wash my hair since I did it this morning, scrub, shave and moisturise every inch, then come back out. I did as I was told, then came out in the robe to be shoved into a seat and they pounced.
Literally pounced.
I really can’t complain as my make-up and try-hard hair styles were OK and tonight was not the night to look OK.
Livie had somehow appeared in that time and sat back giggling as she watched. She seemed more excited
