“Suit up. It’s time,” Rose announced once they were done working on me like a two-woman glam squad on a mission.
My hair was curled into soft, voluminous waves that framed my face perfectly. Lily had handled my makeup—smoky eyes with a shimmer on the cheeks, and lips painted a subtle mauve that somehow screamed kiss me or suffer.
I slipped into the emerald green top and leather pants. They still felt like a second skin, but paired with the glam... the effect was dramatic.
Exactly the look we were going for.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, both girls gasped—hands flying to their mouths like they’d just seen a goddess descend.
“My brother is going to combust,” Rose whispered.
“Oh, stop,” I said, trying not to grin too hard. “I doubt he’ll even notice.”
“Girl,” Rose cut me off, “he
