XANDER'S POV
An hour later...
"Jason f*****g Everhard, are you f*****g kidding me?" I cringe as I finally gather the courage to check my reflection in the dresser mirror. My face contorts in disgust at the sight of all these colorful powders, sticky red paint, and black ink smeared across my eyes, cheeks, and lips.
Uh...that's what they call makeup, bro.
Jace, standing behind me, wraps a purple furry scarf thing around my neck and then leans in to press his cheek against mine. It reminds me of when I was a kid and my grandma would mistake me for a girl every time she visited, showering me with compliments about my beautiful features and long, thick lashes. Can't blame her, though. Back then, my hair was longer too.
God, I miss that woman.
Jace catches my eye in the mirror, a misch
