SKY
By the time they were finally done with me, I barely recognized the woman staring back from the mirror.
I stood frozen as the stylist stepped aside, his satisfied smile reflected beside my own stunned expression.
My hair had been styled into soft, glossy waves that framed my face perfectly, elegant without being excessive.
My makeup was subtle but deadly, warm-toned eyeshadow that made my eyes look brighter, lashes long and fluttering, lips glossed in a soft nude shade that somehow made me look more expensive than I had ever felt in my life.
And the dress, it almost took my breath away as I looked at it properly.
It was a custom piece, I didn’t need anyone to tell me that. The fabric clung to my body like it had been designed with nothing but me in mind, a deep champagne-gold s
