Jesse wasn’t lying when he said he’d make me look like a goddess.
I mean, I definitely feel like one.
Once he helped me untangle myself from the athletic mesh and step properly into the outfit–which turned out to be a form-fitting crop set with crossing straps that highlighted my waist–he got straight to work on the rest of me. He unclasped my messy ponytail, letting my waist-length dark brown curls fall down in high-volume waves over my shoulders. Then, he applied a subtle touch of glowing highlighter, glossy nude lip tint, and soft winged eyeliner that made my hazel eyes pop in a way I’d never seen before.
To say I was shocked when I looked into the full-length mirror would be an understatement of the century.
If I’d thought I looked decent this morning in that black dress, boots, an
