Chapter Eighty-one

Halfway through the makeover, Anne already felt her spirits returning.

The old man was in another room and Lola had joined in to help select the perfect dress that would turn heads, according to her.

Within an hour she looked even more breathtaking than she'd looked at the ball a few weeks ago. Her jewelry matched her skin tone perfectly, her gown hugged her curves and flattered her glossy skin which glowed from the expensive ointment Yvette rubbed on her.

Heads would definitely turn.

"We should open a beauty salon," Lola gasped, shaking her head like she couldn't believe what they'd just created. "And Anne will be our model."

"I second that," Yvonne said, honestly.

"You really think so?" Yvette said, trying to mask her pride.

"You look absolutely gorgeous."

"Asher's definitely going to rethink everything when he sees you."

Danny and Damien came in with Trevor who was wheeling in the old man when he heard a lot of noise.

"You make me regret losing you."

They laughed.

The kid