Nora
She’d spent the morning at the spa with her girls and Nita, and then they’d all gone off to have their hair and make-up done for the Masquerade Ball, something she’d organized to be done by the two make-up artists that live in the pack, as well as the hairdressers, of which they had four and two apprentices in third and fourth year of their degrees.
All of them worked for the one business, had joined the salon when coming to the pack, happy to work for another and not having concerns about running their own business. She sat and looked at her hair. It was swept up in a large curly bun with a dozen very long curling tendrils spilling from it down her back, her eyes, though covered by the mask she was going to be wearing, were all made up with black eyeliner and mascara, had a light b
