Giving my lashes one last coat of mascara, Nikki leans back to inspect my face. She hasn’t let me look at myself yet and I’m kind of getting nervous. This was going to be a good night. This was going to be a good night. I kept repeating the mantra in my head like I was whispering a spell.
Nikki sighs, “So this is love,” she sings as she twirls me around to look at myself at the full-length mirror on the wall. I was killing the smokey eye, my eyeliner was perfectly winged. My long brown hair had big loose curls in them and fell effortlessly down my back.
My lips were plump and pink. My chin came to a point, and my cheekbones weren’t super high, but they were high enough. I’ve never thought of myself as attractive but the woman looking back at me was breathtaking.
