Brooke sat me down in a chair and studied my face for a second. "How much make-up do you want to wear?"
"None, if I have a choice," I said.
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Well, you have to wear some. I have to make you pretty, since it is a party."
"Oh, so I'm not pretty?"
"You're gorgous, you just need some make-up to attract more eyes. It's a party, Hayley, you have to look nice. And nice means make-up, so how much do you want?"
I groaned. "Do whatever you want, I don't think you'll be satisfied with how much I want."
"That's the spirit." Brooke smiled and went to her room.
She came back with a huge box that I guessed was her make-up kit. It looked more like a trunk than a kit.
"Jeez Brooke, how much make-up do you have?" I asked, my eyes widening as I looked at the box.
"Not as much as I would like to have," she said.
I shook my head. "You are obssessed, Bree. You have more make-up than a make-up artist." I'm not kidding on that. She has a lot of make-up, even though she barely uses it.
"I'll take that as a compliment," she said. "Now, hold still while I pick out your eye shadow."
"Just choose white, as that's the color of my dress."
"I don't want you to be overly white. White won't bring out your green eyes as much. Maybe light brown below the eyebrow and a darker brown on the eyelids."
"You have issues."
"Shut up. Alright, I've decided. Close your eyes."
"And this is why I'm afraid."
Brooke rolled her eyes but didn't say anything. She got out some eyeshadow and a brush, and I closed my eyes. I didn't feel like being yelled at, since Brooke can be pretty scary when she wants to be. I'm not even going to mention the story where she made my dad, the Alpha, flinch under her stare.
I felt the tickle of the brush against my eyelids, and I had to resist from opening them. I don't like things touching my eyes, so it takes a lot of self control to keep my eyes closed when putting on make-up.
Two minutes later, Brooke was done with my eye shadow. "Keep them closed, now comes the eyeliner," she said.
"Whoa, you didn't say anything about eyeliner," I said, my eyes flying open and giving her an accusing look.
"You said do whatever I want, and I want eyeliner. Now, be quiet and close your eyes before I make you."
"Bossy," I grumbled, but closed my eyes.
I felt the liquid eyeliner brush slide against my eyes, and I squirmed slightly. It was a weird feeling, I'll tell you that. I'm not used to liquid eyeliner, I'm not even used to eyeliner in general. The only make up I wear is some mascara and some lip gloss. Everything else is all new to me.
"Quit your squirming, you're messing me up!" Brooke snapped.
"Sorry, it feels weird," I said, smiling.
"It's supposed to feel weird, it's eyeliner. What'd you expect?" Brooke said, laughing.
"Not it being weird."
"Well good news for you, I'm done with the eyeliner. You can open your eyes now."
"Yay!" I opened my eyes and blinked repeatedly. I tried to look in the mirror, but Brooke stood in front of me.
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