RILEY
"How will you like your hair?" The hairstylist
asked behind me.
I was sitting before a mirror in a dressing room at the governor's mansion that KC's parents had fully moved in after the inauguration.
Staring through the mirror at my reflection, I bit my lip bashfully at the presence of KC's mom and her contracted makeup crew that will be getting us ready for the new year ball; Mr and Mrs are Chandler hosting tonight.
"I don't know... Anything that will make me beautiful." I whispered, blushing.
Mrs. Chandler frowns and comes over to where I am sitting.
"Rubbish." She said, staring at me through the mirror. "You don't need a makeover to look beautiful. You already are." She stroked my hair and smiled warmly. "My son is so lucky to have you."
My face was a hue of red at
