When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
RUBY JUNE. The next few hours flew by in a blur of excitement and anticipation. Doreen had practically taken charge of my entire evening, turning my bedroom into a makeshift salon. She moved with the precision of a professional makeup artist, her brushes sweeping across my face with ease while she talked my ear off about how I was “about to blow Charles’ mind.” I sat in front of the vanity, a little nervous but trying to keep it under control. Doreen, on the other hand, was as calm as ever, standing behind me with a confident smile. “You are going to look like a f*****g goddess by the time I am done with you,” she declared, focusing on perfecting the smoky eye look she was working on. I chuckled, shaking my head. “I thought the dress was supposed to do all the work.” Doreen snorted.