I was taken to a hairdresser and a beautician who ironed out my appearance to fit in with the rich and beautiful lifestyle that was now supposed to be mine. I managed to refuse the fake fingernails decorated with glittering stones, but the makeup artist threw up her hands in the air.
“Not everyone can do this, you know! No respect for my expertise, no respect…!”
The hairdresser shook her head at me while I stood my ground. I would not wear vulture claws, no matter how glittery they were. I was quite certain the false eyelashes with bright blue little jewels in them were quite enough on their own. Wearing them made me feel I was trapped inside a Christmas tree.
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