DALIA'S POV
It was finally the day of the ball, and it had been a lot already. Lexi and Jules woke me up early just to start preparing as they said. I knew they would make sure I would look exceptionally beautiful after they were done, but at the same time, I was dreading the process of them pulling and pushing until I looked that good.
“Beauty is pain, Dalia,” Jules said behind me.
“I never said otherwise.”
“Ohh, you didn't, but it's written all over your face,” Lexi replied.
“But really, do we have to go through all this process?” I asked.
“No, actually you don't have to go through all this process. You have another option,” Lexi said.
“Really? You should have said that since. So what is the option?” I asked eagerly.
“You can go there looking like a homeless person and give e
