(Annabell POV)
“Get off me! Ugh! No, not that colour! How do you think that’d work with my flowers? Seriously?!” Damn stupid make-up artist obviously has no idea! Where the hell did my mother find this woman? Useless!
Absolutely useless!
I waft her away with the make-up brush covered in emerald green eye shadow; this is MY day and I expect to look the part. I want to be a goddess and cause everybody’s heads to turn, and jaws to drop.
After another 40 minutes of brushes, sponges, tugging and pulling, curling and gripping, I am made over completely. My hair is done to perfection and I look flawless.
Yes I look gorgeous; I’m not vain, I’m honest.
That’s what I was looking for; beauty.
I’m entitled to be the centre of attention for this one day.
Here at our new mansion, I am getting pr
