I barely recognize the
girl who looks back at me in the mirror. Once again, Haddie had her hands full preparing for the launch party tonight through the PR firm she works for. She spent almost an hour brushing my curls so that my hair lay loose and straight like a thick curtain down my back. I keep looking at myself in the mirror trying to adjust to this different person. My eyes are subtly smoky, so the dark spots have an opalescent quality, reflecting the violet in my irises. My lips are painted with nude and gloss, making the light touches of bronze blush on my cheeks stand out.
She convinced me to wear a little black dress that shows more skin than I am comfortable with. The bust of the dress has a deep V, suggestively hinting at my abundant breast in my bra without being vulgar. J
