I stared at my nose in the mirror, looking down, left, right, up, back down; pursing my lips I leaned further into the mirror. "How? The? Fuck? Did? You? Do? This?" I enunciated each word like it's own question. The makeup was stunning, flawless. I couldn't see any bruising at all.
The makeup team had shown up shortly after everyone had met for lunch. Morgan, Rose, and I all getting the royal treatment to hair and makeup thanks to Ben. He also had a Butler providing us with champagne and snacks throughout the afternoon.
But seriously, you couldn't tell my nose had literally been eggplant in color just two hours ago, looking at it now. These miracle workers in front of me needed raises.
The rest of my makeup was dramatic. The contouring defining my cheekbones, while my intense, brown smokey eye played up my eyes rich mocha irises. A nude gloss over my lips finished my look leaving them me looking natural but striking all the same.
At about three in the afternoon I got a text from Ben.
Ben: Question - Do you know what dress your wearing tonight? I'm making a few stops, was gonna grab a tie to match.
When had he looked at my dresses?
Rey: Do you know what I brought?
Ben: Yes.
Rey: When did you look? What if I wanted it to be a surprise?
Ben: This morning. I'm sorry, I wanted to grab matching ties while I was out. Which one?
Rey: Blue tonight.
Ben: Fuck yes.
Rey: Oh? Fan of the blue dress?
Ben: Yes, fan of all of them.
Rey: See you in a bit.
Ben: hey.
Rey: What?
Ben: I love you.
Fuuuuuck.
Rey: I love you too, Ben Solo.
How in the hell did this happen?
I feel like any second Ashton Kutcher is gonna jump out and tell me I've been PUNK'D. I lean forward and pick up my champagne flute, taking a small sip. The bubbles coat my mouth and trickle into my throat leaving a small trail of pops as it makes its way down.
My phone buzzed again.
Ben: What color is Rose's dress?
Rey: Why? You need to match her too?
Ben: No, but Finn wanted to match when he heard I was gonna match.
Rey: y'all are weird.
Ben: Woman. Dress color. Morgan's too while your at it, because at this rate Poe will ask next.
I laughed, he wasn't wrong. Poe would do it just to go with the flow.
Rey: Morgan is wearing black, Rose is wearing deep purple, almost eggplant.
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Going Up!
FanficIt's Rey's first day at her new internship at New York's most prestigious talent management agency. She's dressed for success or so she thought. A quick encounter in an elevator with a stranger changes her job situation more quickly than she had ori...
