Simone was at a beauty salon that had quite the reputation – La Fashionista. They usually tended to the elite, and always made sure their clients left people in awe.
She didn’t think she had what it took to be stunning. The salon didn’t have any mirrors hung on its walls, and it was difficult to guess what they were going for. She wasn’t one to do heavy make-up usually, but William told her to trust them.
Hell, he even seemed to know the main make-up artist, who chatted him up sweetly, “This is your first time bringing someone here… Dare I hope you’re finally settling down?”
“She has me wrapped around her little finger,” he admitted easily.
Simone was sure that he knew what he was doing. After all, making such a confession in a beauty salon — no matter how discreet they claimed to be —
