Chapter twelve.

Pari's pov(continuation.

I walk out of the bathroom to meet a blond girl, her hair is made in a French wave, sitting on the bed. 

"Xavier asked me to help with  your makeup." She says when she saw the confused look on her face. 

She called Xavier without adding 'Mr' which means they are probably close. 

How close are they. 

"I can do it myself." I said politely. 

"Well I insist." The blond girl says with a sweet smile. That kinda sweet but very stern smile that yells 'your opinion doesn't matters.' "Don't worry you will like it"

She leads me to a make up table, where I sit with my back to the mirror, while she works her wonder. 

If there's something I hate the most in the world of makeup, then it's the eyeliner. 

That chocolating bitch, cou