The alphas daughter

Smokey eye

The car standing before me was absolutely breathtaking, it wasn't even a Lamborghini..it was a Peugeot Onyx.
"Omg" I squeal and jump up and down.
I click the key and the lights turn on.
The doors open on their own and I step inside to see how it feels to drive it.
As I'm about to start the car bea interrupts.
"Hannah!?"
"Yeah?" I jump out.
"You have to start getting ready!" She claps her hands.
"But-"
"No if ands or buts hannah!" She yells.
"Woah" I laugh.
I jump out the car and I follow her into the mansion.
"Okay so first I'll start working on your hair, any requests?" She asks me while we walk.
"Ummm how about some loose curls?" I pipe up.
"I've always wanted to try that!" I smile.
"Good idea, I was thinking a smokey eye to complete the look"
"Er no thanks, I'm not the type of girl who wears makeup"
"It's only for the party silly" she opens a door.
When I step in BEA runs off to a suitcase laying on the floor and she digs through it unill she finds a makeup palate from Mac cosmetics and a curling iron.
"Take a seat wherever you'd like" she motions around the room.
"Okay" I sit down on the chair I don't of her makeup Mirror.
"Okay, I'm sorry if I burn you a little bit..I've never done someone else's hair before" she tells me.
Wonderful.
She takes different sections of my hair and she clips them up atop my head.
A couple of scalp burns later she finally finishes curling my hair.
I breathe out a sigh of relief.
"Okay, time for your makeup" she squeals like an 8 year old girl at a Justin briber concert (at least when he was famous).
She grabs the makeup palate and applies some silver shadow to my lids and then finishes off with some black eyeshadow in the corners.
She adds some mascara and lipstick and she smiles.
"Ready to see the final look?"
"I guess?" I ask.
She turns my chair around and I look in the mirror.
The person I see doesn't look like me at all.
"I love it!" I hug her.
"Your welcome"
"You should be like a makeup artist or something, you make miracles happen!" I state.
"I'll keep that under consideration.."
"Now time for the final touch"
She walks to the bags she told me specifically not to touch and pulls out a black gown.
"Here you go" she smiles and hands me the dress.
"Thanks bea"
"My pleasure"