Riley's POV
Cleo gives a few final brush strokes over my face. She steps away from me and looks at me carefully. “Good... I think you're ready," she says.
I open my eyes and look at myself in the mirror.
“I think you've outdone yourself this time," I tell her. She smiles, half with pride, half with nerves.
“Are you sure?" she asks nervously. I nod and stand up.
In front of me is a full-length mirror that I walk towards. I don't recognize at first glance the young goddess looking back at me, and something tells me that's not me, but when I move my hand, so does she.
The last six hours of my existence have been a total torture, but now I feel that they have been completely worth it. Cleo transformed me into a beauty. A person, ultimately very different from who I really am.
Her makeup
