KATY'S POV
“I can do something different with your hair,” Allie says, letting her fingers brush lightly over the ends.
I look at her in the mirror. “Different how?”
She tilts her head and studies my hair. “What kind of vibe are you going for tonight?”
I glance down at the dress Braydon sent me. It is a deep burgundy, fitted at the waist with a gentle flare at the end, and falling just above my knee.
“Anything that matches the vibe of this dress." I say.
Allie nods and gets to work on my hair. She’s my stylist tonight or maybe forever because for the life of me, I never learned how to do girly things like perfect makeup or styling my hair just right. Probably because my mother was too busy passing out high during the times she was supposed to be teaching me how to take care of myself
