"Finally!" I opened my eyes and blinked repeatedly. I tried to look in the mirror, but Brooke stood in front of me.
"Oh no you don't. You're not allowed to see until I'm done with you, which will be a good ten more minutes," she scolded me.
I groaned. "You're going to be the death of me, Brooke Davis."
"You'll survive, Hayley Evans. Now suck in your cheeks; it's time for the contour."
I sucked in my cheeks so I looked like a fish, which made Brooke giggle. She lightly glided the brush under my cheek bones, darkening my face ever so slightly to make my facial structure more noticeable. The bronzing took less time than anything else, including the lip gloss.
"Okay, we can skip the foundation since werewolves don't get acne, so that's one less thing for me to do," Brooke said.
"Which means less of a chance I'm gonna slap you," I concluded.
"Shut up. I still have to put mascara on you and lip gloss. I also may put some glitter on you, just for the hell of it and for that comment."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "You wouldn't dare."
"Try me. You gave me permission to do whatever I want to do, Hales, and I want to do glitter. So shut up."
"I dislike you very much right now, B Davis."
"Suck it up, H Evans."
"I don't wanna suck it up."
"Too bad, you have too."
"It's my birthday, I shouldn't have to do anything."
"Well you are, so suck it."
"You suck it."
"You suck it."
"No, you suck it."
"Shut it!" Liam yelled from downstairs.
"Sorry!" we said, laughing.
"Okay, no more arguing. Let's just get you done so you can change into your dress and we can get the party started," Brooke said.
"Deal," I said.
She quickly put black mascara on me, making my eyelashes even darker, and red lip gloss. I rubbed my lips together, spreading the lip gloss around. I also let Brooke put on a tad bit of glitter, just to keep her happy. After all, she's more excited about this party than I am. I gotta let her have her fun.
"There, done. I'm gonna go get changed and do my make-up in the bathroom, so don't do anything to mess up your face or hair. If you do, I can-and will-kill you," Brooke threatened.
"Alright, warning taken seriously. Go get ready, Bree," I said.
"If you need anything, just yell," Brooke said then left.
Once she was gone, I glanced in the mirror. I had brown eyeshadow with some flecks of gold glitter that made my eyes pop, my cheeks were a rosy red color, and my lips were practically begging to be kissed. Needless to say, I was definitely pretty.
I sighed and grabbed my dress. I put on the shoes Brooke picked out and slipped on the dress. I tried to zip it up, but only made it a little above the halfway point. I was about to call for Brooke to help me with my struggle when I heard a voice behind me.
"Having a little trouble there, Evans?" I turned around to see Liam leaning against the doorway.
"Just a bit," I admitted, knowing he'd already seen me struggling. "Think you could help a girl out and zip up her dress?"
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