Adelyn

Chapter 32

We sit in the living room. The woman has already finished my makeup and is now curling my hair. The way she did my makeup is away I would have never done it. I'm wearing more makeup than usual, but it somehow still looks beautiful.

I have a smoky eye with a bit of silver glitter on my eyelids, and a nude lip. I admire myself in the handheld mirror. I look like me, but at the same time I look like a different person. I like it.

The stylist is a younger woman with platinum blond hair, that is cut just above her shoulders. She has a small tattoo of a rose on the side of her neck, her hair barely hiding it. She's beautiful, like she could be a model. From my understanding she does the makeup and hair for a lot of modeling agencies, such as Victoria's Secret.

She is really nice and talks to me quite a bit. I have no problem with talking to her, shes friendly. I learned that she graduated cosmetology school about 3 years ago and is wanting to open her own solan eventually. She should as she is amazing at her job.

She finishes my hair and sprays some hairspray before gently brushing out the curls with a comb. "Perfect! Now time for the dress!" She claps her hands together, proud of her work. "Thank you it looks amazing!" I look over myself in the small mirror.

I smile at her before I walk into the bathroom down the hall and slip on the black dress. It hugs my body perfectly. I walk back out into the living room after I've changed. The stylist has a big grin on her face and her eyes are twinkling with happiness.

"Wow. You look beautiful." She quietly says. "Thank you, it wouldn't be possible without you." I say. She flicks her wrists at me. "Oh stop it. Your naturally beautiful even without all this makeup." As soon as she finishes Nathan walks into the room adjusting his sleeves.

"That she is." He says. He looks me up and down, his eyes stopping on my chest for a moment before his eyes meet mine. He smirks and walks over to me. "You look gorgeous, love." He says. He bends down a bit and kisses my cheek. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks at his compliment.

I take a moment to go over Nathan's outfit. He's wearing a completely black tux. The top 2 buttons of his dress shirt are undone showing the silver chain that lays on top of part of the tattoo he has on his chest. He's wearing a pair of loubuiton dress shoes that match my heels, black with red on the bottom.

"You don't look to bad yourself." I say looking over his outfit. He smiles before he walks over to the stylist and hands her a couple $100's out of his wallet. Again, who in the right mind carries that much money in their wallet.

"Okay, you ready?" He asks. I nod and take my hand in his as he leads us out of the front door and into the garage. "What car should we take today?"He asks. I glanced around the garage, there's 6 different vehicles to choose from. My eyes land on a matte black BMW M4 Comp. "This one." I say. I walk over to it to show him which one.

"BMW, alrighty." He grabs the keys off the hook and open the passenger seat for me. He takes his place on the other side and presses the 'push to start' button making a loud roar as the car started.

As we drive he places his hand on my thigh while keeping his other hand on the wheel. We continue driving and I turn up the radio when I hear the song "Bottoms up by Trey songs ft Nikki Minaj" starts playing. Imove my body around in the seat to the beat of the song.

I look over to Nathan who has a wide toothy grin on his face nodding in apporval, sneaking a few glances at me. When Nikki's verse came on I started singing to it.

'Could I get that trone
Can I get that Remy
Can I get that Coke
Can I get that Henny
Could I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks
Could I get that salt all around that rim rim rim rim Trey
I was like "Yo Trey"'