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Forty-five minutes later, I was groomed, painted, and polished to within an inch of my life. We’d paired a chic leather jacket with my clingy dress, as well as some heeled ankle boots. She’d rubbed something rose-scented through my hair that made it silky and shiny and gave it a subtle shimmer. Then she gave me something else from her endless beauty supply to rub into my skin, which did the same for my body. All of that had been topped off with more bottles and tubes of makeup than I could count. Though the bold, red lipstick she playfully informed me was named ‘Don’t Stop’ and the winged black liner around my eyes were my personal favorites.

“Wow,” I breathed when she was finished, barely recognizing myself.

Moira grinned at me. “I won’t even say I told you so.”