I walk out of the bathroom wearing a white sweater dress with gray leggings and flats. My hair is done up in a waterfall braid with lavender chalk highlights. The body Jace had chosen from a magazine works well with the look he was looking for.

“Now you look like a badass,” Jace says snapping his finger. “The natural makeup look is really working for you.”

Jace gives me a hug and then turns to the other gay reapers in the room. “Boys, I thank you for the emergency,” he says with a bow for the last word only. “You all were a lot of help.” For some reason right...