After I dress and pull my hair from my neck, I turn to look in the mirror.
My eyes widen as I take in a sudden breath. I look... stunning. My hair is curly, shiny, and smells of strawberries. My makeup is subtle, with some light blush, lip gloss and smoky eye shadow. The dress is snug, showing my curves to perfection. I don't look like a Barbie. I look like Barbie's hot vixen cousin.
I look over at Michelle and Gabe, giving each other high-fives.
"I'll find Landon for my next instructions," I state, leaving them behind in a giggling mess.
I head down the stairs, my hand trailing along the banister before turning toward Landon's office. My heart is beating a mile a minute, and my breathing comes in short spurts. I know I look good, and the bad girl in me wants to show it off, but my mi
