Chapter 82

Sophie’s pov ; Sitting in front of the mirror, I watched as the makeup artist dabbed layer after layer onto my face. I should’ve just said no. Ava, in her usual playful way, had insisted, and I hadn’t wanted to dampen her excitement. Now, as I looked at myself, I barely recognized the reflection staring back at me. The dark, cakey base makeup didn’t suit my skin tone at all, and the heavy purple eyeshadow made my almond-shaped eyes look smaller rather than enhancing them. The lipstick, poorly applied, extended slightly beyond the edges of my lips. The image was borderline ridiculous. Ava, who’d been getting her hair styled next to me, noticed the result and exploded. “What the hell is this? Do you call this makeup?” She threw her comb on the table with a loud clatter, standing to confront the makeup artist. The artist stammered, “Ms., I thought—” “You thought what? That I’d be okay with my best friend being made to look ridiculous?” Ava cut her off, pointing toward me. “Take it all off