What the fuck, Emma? It’s a work of art so beautiful that I have no words. Her short hair is dyed a bold and brilliant red that transitions into shades of orange and yellow. “But first, hair and make-up. Jacob would know. What could I have done to deserve this? “You are so fucking hot.”
My heart flutters. It costs as much as a luxury car and the knowledge once had me filled with anxiety. But, trust me, gorgeous. It costs as much as a luxury car and the knowledge once had me filled with anxiety. But, I laugh. “It’s all you. Then, he’s following the swirling locks of my boutique-styled hair until we lock eyes again. It’s beautiful. He’s an aggressive driver, but good. The dress is voluminous but accentuates the curves of my slim, fit body. They’ll make sure I look like Prince Charming.”
The driver Jacob’s father sent is on the sidewalk beckoning to me. “My Lord in heaven,” says Steven, Jacob’s father. “You’re the boss.” I see that insolent smirk again. “Alright, Alena,” I say, sniffling.
