REMY
Rie finished the last curl in my hair, and then she released me to finally look at myself in the mirror. I twirled around, looking at the way my dark green dress sparkled in the light. I felt like a forest fairy, and I loved it. My red hair was curled perfectly, and my makeup complimented my outfit better than I could have hoped for.
“Thank you so much!” I giggled, bouncing up and down. “Have you ever thought about doing this professionally?”
Harper shook her head. “Don’t give my mom any ideas.”
Rie approached us, looking at me in the mirror. “I have too many things to do for your father and mother to do something like this for a living. Besides, I get to do this plenty with the parties for the pack house.” She fixed a curl that had fallen out of place. “You remind me so much of y
