Rosa's POV

I sat down on the chair in front of my closet while staring at the mirror. Jenna had worked her magic on my face and I couldn't recognize the girl in the mirror anymore. "Is this me?" I questioned as I ran my hands through my face. I knew Jenna was good with her hands and I knew she would make millions if she went into the makeup industry but this was exceptional.

"Yes, that is you so do not let some men make you think otherwise," she answered. Jenna had just walked out of my ensuite bathroom and was wiping her hands with a tissue that she...