CHAPTER THREE
The Spa Noir package was a full day that included a facial, manicure, pedicure, and wax, and Astrid came along for a holiday break. We both found the pampering divine, and afterward, we went dress shopping. The red and black pumps I’d ordered had arrived by express carrier and went well with the cocktail dress we found at Nordstrom, with its Italian lace, floral print, V-neckline, and sheer georgette material.
“You look stunning,” Astrid said after I added a light sheer powder and finished off my makeup with run-free mascara and the crimson lipstick. The makeup was strictly Perfetto, of course. “You’ll have them fighting over you.”
I laughed and brushed through my long hair, which I was letting hang free down my back in curls. “Maybe one or two of them,” I joked back.
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