it, but for some reason I threw my arms around her neck. "Thank you!"
She patted my back awkwardly , but laughed at the same time.
Jax was right , I actually felt like I was going to be looked after at The Agency.
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Chapter 6
I thought that I would have more time to mentally prep myself , but apparently Annalise wanted me to start straight away. I still didn't know if I could actually go through with this, but as Jax said – I wouldn't know until I tried.
I looked at my blurry reflection in the mirror. I couldn 't exactly see what this woman was doing to my face in terms of make-up, despite the awkwardness of getting poked and prodded, once I got used to it I found this part of the process actually felt quite relaxing. –
Jax was off with Annalise somewhere in the wardrobe area , no doubt finding something that I would never wear in a million years to stuff me into. I really wasn't used to this sort of critical attention. Yes, I was blonde, and I had blue eyes, and yes, I was definitely taller than average. But I wasn't a model, or anything spectacular to look at, nor was I ever out to impress anyone. I always had Luke, and I thought that he loved me for who I was.
Even though it had been a couple of months , I just still couldn't believe that he'd chosen Nicole over me… Nicole had been my closest friend. We had met at University. She had been studying art history and the classics, so naturally we were like two peas in a pod. Nicole, while loving the arts, could never remember the right periods or dates, so I used to help her with that.
She was gorgeous. She always had been. She had jet black hair with light hazel eyes. Her mother was half Croatian , and had a dark, exotic look that she passed on to Nicole. Nicole's father was worth a lot of money as some sort of advertising business executive here in London.
She had previously only had relationships with super gorgeous, rich men that treated her terribly, which usually ended with Nicole in tears over one thing or another. She'd told me numerous times that she wanted to marry into money. That was one of the annoying things about her and Luke running off together. Luke had no money. He might have been an accountant, and yes, he earned a decent wage, but he was by no means rich. Not like the men she usually chased. I just couldn't quite believe that she would ever see anything in Luke, let alone throw away our friendship and screw him behind my back.
" You alright there, sweetheart?"
My make-up artist 's voice drew me back into reality. I tried not to snort with laughter at the realisation she'd called me sweetheart, like some twelve year old, when I was probably a lot older than her. "Uh, yeah? Why?"
" You keep sighing, that's all." She laughed. "You ready for hair now?
" I guess so?"
" Just relax darling, and enjoy the process. When you work here, every day you get pampered. Enjoy it."
I tried to smile , but I think it came out more like a grimace instead.
" Oh, one more thing darling, you got contacts for those eyes of yours?"
I took a deep breath trying to remember if they were in my bag or not. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I have some in my bag." Before I could even bend down to retrieve it, she'd passed it to me. I unzipped it, and started pulling things out and dumping them on the counter as I searched.
She started laughing . "Sweetheart, you're gonna have to vacuum out that bag one day. You have so much rubbish in there!"
" Don't I know it," I muttered. Finally I found the contact lens box, and undid the caps. I carefully put the lenses into my eyes, blinked a few times, and focused on my reflection. I gasped. My face looked completely different. I mean, I was still me, but somehow… I looked more defined. I looked up at the make-up girl, and gave her a slow smile.
She grabbed my shoulders . "You're beautiful, sweetheart," she said, her cockney accent wrapping itself around me. "And when we get your hair done, you're going to be even more