Rocked (Rock & Romance II.)

Chapter 26. - Birthday Transformation

A/N:This chapter is dedicated to FireFly24 - thank you for the love on this story, & you have to have a dirty mind to enjoy this! xx

Above is a picture of kinda how I picture Gia - except with much fairer skin and shorter. Not to say that Jess isn't absolutely drop dead gorgeous!

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*Gia*

Callie insisted on doing my makeup herself, waving the girls of the salon to the side to make some room for herself. I lifted a brow at her as she removed my glasses and handed me my contacts she must've stolen from my bathroom. "Is this my birthday or yours?"

After over a decade of friendship, she only grinned at my crankiness. "Yours. And now that you're starting the next quarter century of your life, you are going to take some new chances."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm turning twenty-six, Callie. Not twenty-five."

Her eyes widened as she glanced around. "Don't say that so loud! I'm older than you - no one must know that I also am aging."

"Only you..." I said, shaking my head as I let her apply some concealer under my eyes. "I'm not letting you put fake lashes on me, though."

Callie snorted. "I wouldn't dream of trying." Then, she added. "Until your wedding."

Someone dragged a chair next to us, and a moment later, London hopped down. "I hate to break it to you, but I think you might be waiting for a while. Ginger is too much of a handful for any one man."

Callie winked at her. "We'll see about that."

I felt my cheeks flush as I thought about one particular man, and his very capable hands full of various bits of me. Yes, perhaps Callie was onto something.

"I swear, Callie. Even you will get married before we will." London added, only half joking.

I frowned. "You're practically married, Londie-bug. What's the issue?"

She shrugged, her dark eyes not meeting ours. "Lukas. He still hasn't proposed."

"Still?!" I raised my brows at her, before quickly lowering them when Callie slapped me. "I wasn't aware that there was a timeline for this." I didn't even know that she wanted to be married if I was being honest.

"Of course I want to be married!" She cried out. "I've been dreaming about marrying Lukas fucking LaBelle since I was sixteen years old! It's been a decade of pining over him, I want to tie the knot! What is he waiting for?!"

I shrugged. "Maybe for some false lashes."

London paused before she burst out laughing, and soon, Callie and I joined in too. Perhaps today wasn't so bad after all.

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After Callie applied the fifth coat of mascara and sprayed my whole face in place, she finally let me look at myself in the mirror, and holy fuck! I was expecting to look like a drag queen, judging by the amount of time she'd spent on my makeup. I thought I'd end up with giant black circles around my eyes and neon pink patches on my cheeks.

But instead I looked... Well, I looked exactly like me. But better.

She defined my brows, my eyes, my lips. She somehow made my nose look a bit skinnier, and my skin looking brighter. I looked healthy, wholesome, radiant, and still like me.

She stood behind me, eyeing my reaction through the mirror. "You love it, don't you?" Callie grinned, already knowing the answer to that question.

My hair was only a tad shorter - such minuscule amount, it was probably not even noticeable to anyone else. And it was still red - thank fuck, it was still red! The hair stylist only ended up dying little pieces of it, as one would do with highlights, he explained. Except, he was putting darker shades of red in between my own strands. It made me look more serious, more put together, and less like the nerdy student girl that I still was.