“Leave it long.” Logan moved closer and fondled an escaped red curl. “I love it best this way.” He left the room, striding through the door and closing it behind him. Hana felt the electricity buzz through her and found it hard to focus on her appearance.
“Start again,” she told herself, steadying her nerves. She restyled her tumbled hair, straightening it again and coiling the ends. She left it long in deference to Logan’s request, pulling strands from the side and affixing the clip to the back of her head. With her first application of lipstick and foundation on the dress lining, she reapplied it and stroked the tights into place. Pushing her toes into high heels completed Hana’s wedding attire. She smiled at her reflection. “This is it. Too late to change your mind now.”
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