Tessa
Tuesday was Pete’s day, and he’d asked me to meet him that evening. I really wanted to meet one of the men in person, so I agreed. I’d hoped to meet each man in order, just to have something like a timeline for them, but needs must and all that.
I went home and followed the beauty routine that Kim had shown me over the weekend. I had a showered, straightened my hair once it was dry, and then put on makeup the way Kim showed me to apply it. I put on the outfit I’d bought at a consignment shop, a long sweater dress, a pair of black leggings, and black leather boots that came up to my knee and stepped back to stare into the mirror.
With my hair straight, for once, I thought I looked really nice. I may not be the most beautiful girl in the world, but I wouldn’t turn a man’s stomach
