REBECCA

"Miss Jillian.." Naomi, the stylist Dominic had hired called my name. I blinked at the mirror looking at both our reflections until I finally settled on mine.

I went still, bewildered by the woman in the mirror. My mouth hung in shock, I take in a gasp as my eyes widened.

"What do you think?" She asked eagerly waiting for my reply.

I lift my hand up to touch my face, still baffled at the image. Naomi uses the end of my brush to press my fingers down so I wouldn't.

"You have to let it set first.." She said probably talking about the setting spray she applied earlier....