CHAPTER 38
From her seat on the high backed makeup chair, Grace could see every nuance of the transition her hair and makeup team were conducting. She had rolled out of bed at 4:00am and settled into the chair just forty minutes later in order to give them enough time to work their magic. And magic it was.
Bags under her eyes from lack of sleep…gone. Oily, limp hair that she had not washed yesterday and slept on all night…gone. Broken soul of a woman who felt like she had abandoned something beautiful over the weekend…that part was still there.
“How’s it going in here?” Max stuck his head into the trailer. “It’s 6:45.”
“We’ll need another hour for the wig and her dress,” Anne Marie, her hairstylist and wig master extraordinaire answered.
“Got it,” Max replied and was gone.
Today they
