Chapter 41
Grace/John Evans.
"Hey, Damon! I don't have a fancy dress to wear to the party and you haven't specified what kind of party we're going to. Is it a business party? A birthday party? An anniversary party?" I asked him questions as we both sat in his car.
"It's a masquerade party and don't you worry I've already arranged a stylist for you." He replied.
"What? A masquerade party? You rich people do your things to the extreme don't you?" I asked him and he chuckled. When did I start to talk so frankly with him?
And then it clicked! A beautician! My wig! I'll be exposed!
"Damon, I can get ready on my own. I don't need a stylist but you have to manage a dress for me." I told him.
"Grace, it's a masquerade ball. Everyone needs a stylist for a party like this." He replied and I
