The following afternoon arrived much faster than I wanted. One moment I was enjoying breakfast with Ethan in the peaceful quiet of the mansion, and the next I found myself surrounded by hairstylists, makeup artists, and fashion consultants, all determined to transform me into the woman the media expected Ethan Vance to marry.
I had never seen so many beauty products crowded into one room. Hair sprays, brushes, palettes of makeup, curling irons, and jewelry boxes covered every available surface, and everyone seemed to know exactly what they were doing except me. "I really don't think all of this is necessary," I said as one stylist adjusted a strand of my hair.
"It absolutely is," another replied with a smile. "Tonight every camera in the country will be pointed at you."
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