“Are you… Are you sure this is okay?” Chrissy sounded unsure as she looked at her reflection.
I smiled, resting my hands on her shoulder. “And why shouldn’t it be?”
She didn’t respond. Her hands moved over her face in shock, her mouth slightly open.
I personally couldn’t believe what I had done as well. Maybe because I’d forgotten how good my hands could work when I held a brush of any kind.
“You made me look… beautiful.”
“As much as I adore praise, your face helped with most of it— are you crying?” I quickly turned her around, pushed her head back and pressed a wipe in the corner of her eyes. “Did I say something?”
She shook her head, chuckling. “Maybe I’m a little too used to doing the girl’s makeup with what we have so this is… new for me.”
“Well, today’s about you. You can al
