Amanda’s POV.
A hot bath, spritz of perfume, a layer of foundation, lotions, lipstick, a heavy spritz hairspray and I looked more like myself than I have since I first got here.
I paused to eye myself in the mirror as I was being ushered down to where Asher and his guests were waiting for me. I looked good, my hair was clean, the split ends were gone, my hair practically shone under the lights, the streaks of dirt that had stained my skin for weeks were gone now, replaced by a thin layer of foundation and moisturiser that enhanced my skin tone and hid the effects of working endlessly for the past month. And then there was the dress.
If you could even call it a dress.
It looked like something made out of a napkin. It was a short, light blue dress that was both skin-tight and sheer at th
