"There! Done and dusted!" Hannah exclaimed, stepping away from the masterpiece that she had created.
I looked in the mirror, glad to find that she didn't overdo my makeup. I had nude shades of eyeshadow on my eyelids, with bright red lipstick on my lips.
My hair was straightened and pinned at the sides of my head, letting my bangs frame my face.
I wore a classy black dress that stopped at my knees, with black heels. Again an outfit that Danté hand chosen for me.
My brain fogged up at the thought of him. I still couldn't get over how beautifully he played on the piano the other night.
When he finished playing that night, I quickly slipped out, as if I was never even there. I didn't want him to know that I had watched him play his heart out. It seemed like an intimate moment, and I didn't think he would've liked it if I had watched him. Danté hated being vulnerable.
