Chapter Eleven
“Stop blinking,” Eloy told me in severe tones while also rolling his eyes at Naomi, who sat on a stool nearby so she wouldn’t miss out on any of the preparations.
“Sorry,” I said. “I’m not used to someone coming at my eyeball with tweezers.”
“You didn’t wear false eyelashes at your wedding?” Naomi asked, looking almost scandalized.
“Of course not,” I snapped. “Tom knew what I looked like — I didn’t see the need to put on a big show.”
Well, maybe that was a slight exaggeration. I’d had my hair and makeup professionally done for the wedding, of course, but I’d told the makeup artist that I didn’t want anything over the top. She knew what she was doing — somehow she’d managed to make my lashes look twice as thick and long as they actually were, all without the help of fals
