Elena
"I'm just saying - you may want to tell your dad about that guy. I have a bad feeling about him. He was creepy," Rachel voices her opinion as she applies some dark eye shadow on my lids.
"I know. I think I will..." I assure her to drop the conversation, hopefully.
"You better," she reiterates as she touches up some lipstick on my lips; she smiles at me. "I've missed dolling you up."
With an eye roll, I respond with a laugh. "You always put way too much make-up on me."
"That may be, but you look smoking hot."
"You do too!" I compliment her. "Paul will love that dress on you."
My bestie smiles. "Aww, thanks, babe." She applies a big fat brush to each of my cheeks. "Okay, go look and tell me what you think."
I stand from the chair at the kitchen table and then walk into the bath
