Chapter 43

"I'm on it. Oh, you should do a smoky eye shadow, but nothing heavy." Gabe lights up, looking me over with excitement.

"I'm sorry, are you shopping or doing makeup?" Michelle props her hand on her hip and tilts her head to the side. Gabe rolls his eyes, throwing a hand at Michelle dismissively as he walks out of the room.

I feel like a doll being morphed into the perfect candidate for some lonely man. Even with all the glamour this place has to offer, I feel alone.

"You all right?" Michelle asks, her forehead wrinkling with worry lines.

I shrug and sit in the makeup chair. I haven't said much the entire time, except to call her or Gabe a bitch when they yanked a strip of wax off my private parts. They've pretty much been doing all the talking while fighting over me like a piece of meat.

"It isn't so bad, you'll see." She smiles, grabbing some makeup from her black bag.

"You mean you've-"