Tanya's POV
I stared at my reflection in the gold-rimmed mirror of Dante and I's bedroom. My face was fully made-up with perfectly winged eyeliner, light pink eyeshadow, mascara, and lips colored pink with lipstick.
"All done ma-am," the shy blonde female pack member nodded at me as she retrieved her fingers from my hair. She had lived up to her expectation of the best hairdresser around.
"Your work is magnificent," I complimented, peeking at her reflection and my hair which had never appeared this beautiful. She had succeeded in gathering the large bunch into an updo and made a classic donut out of it.
A few strands of my hair were selected and curled to frame my face. I had no idea how she did but blue rose petals were stringed in the curls. It was so well done that it almost came off as surreal, such that you wanted to touch it to make sure you weren't dreaming.
