Brooke sat me down in a chair and studied my face for a second. "How much make-up do you want to wear?"

"Do I actually have a choice?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

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."

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 sometimes think she just likes to hoard it.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said. "Now, hold still while I pick out your eye shadow."

"Just choose white; it's the color of my dress."

"Precisely why you're not doing your makeup. White eyeshadow is just horrible. You want to go more natural but dramatic, like maybe a brown smokey eye or something."

"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. It's weird not being able to have one eye open to see what I was doing for my other lid, so it was a new sensation of having both eyes closed when eyeshadow was being applied. 

Two minutes later, Brooke was done with the brush. "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 accidentally stab you in them."

"Bossy, 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, light eyeshadow, and some lip gloss. Everything else is pretty much new to me.

"Quit your squirming, you're messing me up!" Brooke snapped.

"It feels weird!" I defended. 

"It's supposed to feel weird; it's eyeliner. What'd you expect?" Brooke said, laughing.

"Well, first of all not it being so liquid. I thought there was a thing called eyeliner pencils?"

"Well good news for you, I'm done with the eyeliner. You can open your eyes now."

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