The Lonely Hearts Club

Chapter 25: Makeover (Bree)

On Wednesday afternoon, Lana shows up at my apartment with several suitcases.

"Moving in?" I tease and she laughs.

"This is to get ready for our night out!" She grins.

She's already done her makeup and hair and is wearing a sparkly purple dress.

She looks beautiful, so I'm trusting that I'm in good hands for this makeover I'm about to be given.

I can't believe I'm going to be leaving my apartment.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been excited for tonight.

I'm actually going to be doing something that doesn't involve rotting away inside.

Normally I would be scared.

Normally I would have shut down plans before they even got off the ground, but not anymore.

I've had an epiphany.

It's that I fucking hate Rowan.

He's ruined so much for me already, and I refuse to let myself be scared of him anymore.

If he wants to try and hurt me, so be it.

I cannot live inside my apartment anymore being afraid to ever leave.

What's the point of that?

I'm literally scared here anyway.

Besides, Lana has weapons and she strikes me as someone who would use them without hesitation.

"I'm not that good at makeup," I confess and Lana smiles even wider.

"Good thing I'm an expert."

I settle down on the rug as Lana opens two suitcases, revealing so much makeup, a beauty store would be watering at their mouths.

She has tons of brushes and tons of eyeshadows and blushes and powders.

She has foundations in several different shades and glitter sprays.

"You know, I've always wanted to be a makeup artist." She says, rummaging through her supplies.

"Really?" I ask, and she nods.

"Putting on makeup is so therapeutic."

I sit still as Lana applies product after product to my face, chatting easily with me throughout the whole process.

"I think we should all agree to go out every Wednesday night," Lana says.

"Sure," I say because going out with her and Coco seems like it would be wonderful.

I'm still so grateful for everything they did for me two days ago.

You know, with them dealing with Hades so I didn't have to talk to him.

Seeing him was a little shocking, I wasn't expecting to see him ever again.

I mean, he left sporadically and didn't come back for three weeks—I was convinced our friendship was never going to be revisited.

"The club we're going to is so nice," Lana says, dipping a brush in blue eye shadow.

"I can't wait." I say truthfully.

"And they don't really care about ages, they just want people over eighteen."

Acorn stalks into the room and climbs on my lap, his claws digging into my skin.

"Awww!" Lana says happily. "Who's this?"

"Acorn," I say.

"That's such a cute name!" She gushes.