Chapter 7
Mr. Touchy Feely
Ari
FaceTiming my sister in Rome, I feverishly fought with my eyeshadow while she observed.
“You need to add more blush high on your cheekbones,” she ordered.
“Why can’t you just be here to do this for me? You got all the girl genes in the family.” I threw the brush down onto the counter in a fit.
“You are gorgeous and your eyebrows look amazing.” Leave it to Josie to comment on the one attribute on my face I was actually decent at doing.
“What about the eyeshadow? Too much? Not enough?” I closed my eyes and awkwardly panned from side to side in front of the screen.
“I think it’s impeccable. With the gold in the dress, the subtle smoky eye will be glorious.”
“What time is it there?” I asked as Josie yawned.
“Only ten. We toured the catacombs and the Colosseum today—lots of walking.”
“I’m sorry to be keeping you up.”
She waved me off. “Roger is already passed out, and I love being able to help from so far away. What time is Logan picking you up?”
“In a couple of hours. I wanted to give myself ample time to fuck up and reapply as necessary.”
“Good thinking. I think your makeup is done, though. What’re you going to do with your hair?”
“I was thinking of doing loose curls.”
Josie pursed her lips and shook her head.
“What?” I exclaimed as she started giggling.
“You need your hair up for that detailed of a neckline.”
“So, hair guru, what do you suggest I do?”
“Fashion pony!” she exclaimed while bouncing a little.
“I don’t even know what the hell that is.”
“I have a great YouTube video to send you. You’re going to need claw clips, rubber bands, and bobby pins.”
“I have hair ties.” I dug for them in my vanity drawer then pulled them out to show her.
“Watch the video and run to the drug store. You have plenty of time and it’ll look amazing. I have faith in you.”
“I’m glad one of us does.”
“You’re going to be fine. If all else fails, do the curls, but a fashion pony is absolutely the way to go with this one.”
“I’m trusting you here.” I pointed at the camera.
“Have I ever steered you wrong?”
“I looked like an eggplant at your wedding.”