Maddie Thorn
One hour earlier
“Oh my god, I can’t believe we made it in time!” Isadora cried, jumping out of the car, grabbing my hand. Jane follows right behind us as we laugh our way inside.
Isadora gets our key card, and we are in the hotel room minutes later.
The hair and makeup stylist Isadora hired following behind with her multiple suitcases, “I think we should go with a subtle Hollywood look for you.” The stylist says, nodding twice, as she skillfully lays out her instruments.
Isadora jumped up, clapping her hands, “Oh! That will be gorgeous! Large soft curls?”
“With Maddie’s beautiful hair! How could I not?” The makeup artist chuckles.
Fuck, she told me her name, but I’ve forgotten it, ugh!
A knock sounds at the door, and Jane goes to answer it, bringing into the room
