EVA’S POV
It was almost 5 pm, and although I was almost done with my hair Gabbie kept pulling and restyling it. Frustrated, I shook my head shouted at her and pushed her away. "That's enough, Gabbie."
"This guy is hot! You have to be hot for him too," she insisted, pulling my hair back and she continued to style it.
I rolled my eyes at her statement. "It's okay, Gabbie. My neck is hurting. For God’s sake, this guy isn’t the governor."
"Well, you never know," she shrugged, "he could be the Governor anytime soon."
"That’s enough." I yanked the hair curler from her hand. If I left her to it, she would continue trying out several styles on me. Truth be told, she had done an amazing job. I looked hot, even the devil couldn’t successfully convince anyone otherwise.
I stood up to check out
