#Chapter 136: Only The Best

The high society party was set for Saturday night, so Hazel arranged the appointments for her hair and makeup stylists for earlier in the afternoon, with Logan set to pick her up at 6pm sharp. Now that she had her own apartment, she had everything done there. The hair and makeup stylists worked in a blur, then a third stylist helped her into her dress. They helped me select the right pair of expensive shoes that they brought, that Logan must have already paid for. Then they accessorized with a pair of diamond drop earrings and a matching necklace that dipped down between my breasts teasingly. They left at 5. In their absence, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to sit and wrinkle my dress. I was afraid to move too much, for fear of messing my hair or makeup. What did other people do in this in-between? Or maybe I hadn’t timed the appointments correctly? Unsure, I stood in my kitchen, worriedly watching the clock until at last it struck 6, and a knock sounded on the door.