Bec’s P.O.V.
I pouted my lips, as I applied some lipstick. It was the last thing that needed to happen, and I would be ready to leave for Archer’s Alpha ceremony. It was something the both of us had been looking forward to all week long. I looked at myself, as my big brown eyes stared right back at me. I had my hair loose, but Amber had come by earlier tonight to help me curl it. I had no idea about how to work with a curling iron, let alone know how to use it on myself. After complimenting her on her own hair just the other day, she had told me she would teach me how to do it myself, and sure enough she did. Since I was now looking at myself with a full head of curls, or more like waves by now. After our 'quicky' against the bedroom door, my curls had fallen down quite fast and were now
