Chapter 22
Syd
Steph was up bright and early, and she was an anxious mess. Trying to calm her down almost made me forget about everything with Phil.
The makeup and hair stylists arrived at the suite around 11a. We ordered breakfast and mimosas from room service.
As much as I wanted to, I avoided killing Marisol in her sleep. I thought about it, I even practiced my surprised response, “Oh my Marisol is dead. Couldn’t have happened to a sweeter person,” but I figured that would put a serious damper on Steph’s day, so I resisted, barely. Let that b***h say one thing out of the way to me and I’m beating her ass straight into next week.
The stylists worked their way around the room, pinning and painting us all into perfection. We all looked damn good. We all had chignons with some
