ELLE POV
"Stay still; if I mess up this eyeliner, I have to redo your entire face," Emma barks at me like a general commanding her troops. Slightly terrified of having to be stuck in this chair any longer, I make sure that I don't move a muscle, just praying to the Goddess that she will be done soon.
"Hurry up, Emma," Taylor whines, and I can tell she is growing impatient with Emma's need for perfection.
"Rome wasn't built in a day, Taylor," Emma mutters as she studies my face looking for imperfections in her work; when she doesn't find any, she smiles in victory before thrusting some shoes in my face signaling me to put them on.
Grabbing the gold heels Emma instructed me to wear, I sit at the edge of the bed, put them on my feet, and wrap the gold straps up my calves. Once both ar
