Elena
I laughed awkwardly. “This isn’t right for me to wear.”
Mara rolled her eyes.“You’re perfect for it.”
Without waiting for my answer, she grabbed my shoulders. “Now sit.”
Before I could protest, she pushed me onto the chair and started working on my hair. Earlier, I had simply tied my hair into a careless bun while working at the studio.
Now Mara carefully untied it, watching as my long straight hair fell down around my shoulders. I could only helplessly watch from the reflection as she curled the ends slightly, letting the soft waves frame my face.
“Are we going to a high-end auction,” I asked jokingly, “or are we being auctioned ourselves?”
Mara burst out laughing, the corner of her lips raised. “A woman should show how beautiful we are that every ground we st
