Jodie gasped at her reflection in the mirror. "Isn't this a little too much?"
Katherine, the young housekeeper, had blowdried and curled her hair as skilfully as if she'd been a professional hairdresser. Not that Jodie had ever been to a hairdresser. It was a luxury she hadn't been able to afford, and, given her nonexistent social life, not something she'd needed. It wasn't like she needed it now, either.
Ares had been expressly clear that their dinner tonight wasn't for a date but a discussion. Something about Ingrid. But Katherine was standing behind her, looking so pleased with her handiwork of the last hour and thirty minutes.
"No," She shook her head with a satisfied smile. "No, I think it's perfect. Makeup next?"
"No, no, no, no," Jodie scrambled away from the vanity mirror and ducked out of the bathroom. Katherine went after her with a makeup brush and powder. "Come on, miss Jodie, something light."
