“Please?” The young attendant asked again, softer this time. I blinked, pulled out of my anxious spiral. “Um… Okay. Come in, please.” Her face lit up with genuine delight. “Thank you! Mr. Damon is already waiting for you in the VIP parking lot at the suite level, so I won’t take too much of your time.” I had a thousand questions, but I knew Damon would be the one to answer them. I let her work. She guided me to sit with my back to the mirror. I felt her fingers loosen my bun, coaxing my hair into soft, elegant waves. Then came the quick, skillful touches of makeup. When she finally stepped back and turned me toward the mirror, I forgot how to breathe. It was fast. And it made all the difference. “Do you like it?” she asked, smiling. “Not too cutesy, not too bold. Just the perfect balance.” My mouth parted in quiet awe. I turned my face slowly from side to side, studying the reflection. The woman staring back looked confident, radiant and new. If I walked into
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