Page 7 of Becoming His
“So, I will give you a basic look; you don’t need to wear tons of make-up to enhance your features. So, always moisturize, okay?”
I couldn’t believe I sat in Bailey’s house getting a makeover by his stunning sister. Ray had tried to do my make-up once, but naturally, she didn’t know what she was doing as she was so blessed. When we went out, someone asked if I was a clown. I hadn’t bothered with it since then. Connie dabbed something under my eyes and blended it with a slender fingertip as she whispered the secrets of minimal make-up to me. She showed me how to apply mascara, which was much easier than it looked. I used a few layers, and then she rubbed a berry-colored balm over my dry lips.
“You can’t wear lipstick until they’re moisturized.” She advised as she dusted my cheekbones with some powder she called bronzer.
“Your hair could do with a cut, honey. I know someone incredible who doesn’t charge an arm and a leg. Shall I make you an appointment? We can go together if you feel nervous,” she said kindly as she ran a brush through my knotted hair.
I nodded. This girl could get me to agree to anything. Connie told me in the meantime to go to bed with my hair in braids and take them out the following day, so they cascaded around my shoulders. She curled the ends with a curling iron and sprayed about a bottle of hairspray to keep it in place.
“It’s not just your hair and make-up; it’s what you wear, how you carry yourself. You deserve to look and feel amazing simply because you are.”
I honestly couldn’t believe how nice this girl was. Connie was like the sister I had wanted all of my life.
“Okay, do you want to change your clothes? I have some you can have if you want. Take them home and try them in your own time. We look like we are the same size!” She squealed as she pulled open an immense closet. I stood staring as she handed me a massive bag of clothes.
“Oh, honestly, I have clothes–I don’t need yours.”
I felt like a charity case, which wasn’t a nice feeling. My family had money, not too much, but enough.
Connie’s eyes widened. “I’msosorry; I didn’t mean to cause any offense. I’m sure you have enough! I just wanted to offer you some different styles to try.”
I felt terrible, so I took the bag from her.
“Thank you. I will give them a whirl.”
Connie beamed at me, and I felt better. “Okay, have a look at theslightlydifferent you.” She declared, pulling me in front of the mirror.
I stared at myself in awe. I was still me, but I had curls and lips. I mean, I had always had lips, but these looked amazing. I almost had a pout. My eyes looked wider and brighter, and I glanced at Connie, who held the door open.
“Let’s go and show his highness.” She joked, and I felt a nervous laugh escape me. I followed her down the stairs and into the room Reuben had disappeared into. Both boys were sitting on a couch, watching the football game on a large tv screen that dominated the room.
“Ahem.” Connie cleared her throat, causing both guys to look over.
“That looks better.” Smiled Bailey smugly as he ran his eyes down my clothes. “But we’ve got to do something about the way you dress, no offense–”
“Wow,” Reuben said slowly as his eyes met mine.
I gulped, trying not to blush under his gaze. Bailey stared at him quizzically before standing up.
“Nice one, Con; your stash remains a secret.” Bailey winked at Connie, and she ignored him, turning to me.
“I will be in touch when I have that appointment, okay?” She smiled as she danced back upstairs, and I stood awkwardly clutching the bag of clothes.
“Let’s go,” Bailey said as my eyes met Reuben’s once more.
“You can stay and watch the game if you’d like.” Reuben offered softly, and I shook my head as Bailey glared at him.
“I’m tired and probably should get to bed soon.”
“Lucky bed,” he commented, and I nearly passed out.
Bailey turned me around and practically marched me to the door, pulling it shut behind us.
“Sorry. Reuben would screw anything,” he muttered as he walked over to the car, leaving me staring after him in disbelief.
“Are you getting in,Annabelle?”Bailey mimicked his brother as I strode over, slamming the door behind me. He gritted his teeth in annoyance but started the engine, his hand on the back of my seat as he reversed from the drive, pelting off in the direction of my house.
He is such a prick.
