"Don't worry," Yllana said, as we sat in the dressing room. "I'll help you."
This time I (or rather Mrs. Novak) hired a professional hairdresser and a professional makeup artist, and I was sitting in a chair as my hair was being carefully put in a complicated hairdo.
Just the number of hairpins that was going into it…
How was I going to take it off?
I looked great, for sure.
Magical makeup made my already decent skin flawless, accentuated my ordinary brown eyes, making them deeper, darker, almost glowing. And my brown hair, which I had dyed blue ages ago, getting a faded color with very long roots, had been dyed into a more chocolaty color, despite assurances that magical hair cannot be dyed.
Apparently, it can, but only for a night and would cost a fortune.
But, considering the amo
