Chapter 28: The Mateball

“Wow,” I breathed and I truly meant it.

My usually unruly curls were flat ironed into sleek beautiful red hair. The light kept catching on it and made it glisten. My face had never looked so smooth. Planes upon planes of perfect skin. My jaw looked sharp and defined. Nia had lined my eyes with kohl. Their hazel color popped against the paleness of my skin. My lashes were long and darker than usual