I stared at my reflection in the mirror, smiling as Rachel applied the final touches of makeup to my face. When she was done, she stood behind me and her hands worked magic with a curling iron, shaping my hair into soft waves that fell over my shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and I could feel her pride radiating off her as she looked at me in the mirror.
"You look absolutely stunning, Brianna," Rachel gushed "Trevor really knows how to pick out a dress."
I smiled. The dress he had chosen for me fit me perfectly. I smoothed my hands over the material, feeling nervous all over again. Tonight was a big night.
"Thanks, Rachel," I replied, looking at my reflection. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to this kind of attention."
Rachel chuckled, stepping back to admire her hand
