“There!” Daphne looked me over when they were finished. She took my hands and held them out to the side, regarding me as if I were a masterpiece, a work of art on mere canvas, instead of a person. “Lovely! A true Luna! All of you should be commended! Good work!” Then she lowered my hands and leaned in conspiratorially. “Try not to muss my creation before the presentation. Umm?”
“I’ll do my best.” I smirked. For two cents, I would have snorted or wiped my nose across my arm just to be smart, but I didn’t want to hurt the feelings of the others. Instead, I turned to my Glam Squad. “Thank you all. You did a wonderful job.”
Raphael took my hand and kissed it. “You are truly a queen.”
I nodded, smiling. “Thanks. It’s very kind of you to say.”
“Don’t believe me?” he asked, smiling as he pulled me toward the full-length mirror. “Take a look.”