KatieThe look on Deacon’s face was priceless when he glanced in the mirror and saw himself in the wig. All the blood drained from his cheeks, and he gasped, pressing his face with both of his hands.
“Bloody hell,” Deacon muttered in a bad, fake British accent. “I’m a woman!”
The girls all exploded with laughter at the sight of Deacon in a long black wig. I couldn’t even keep from laughing as he glared at me. Somehow, it was even more adorable than usual. The girls had outfitted Deacon in blue eye shadow and coral lipstick. He looked like a drag queen, albeit one who hadn’t shaved in a few weeks.
“You look perfect,” I said with satisfaction. “Doesn’t Deacon look pretty, girls?”
“Yes!” They all chorused together.
“You should bring Deacon back next week,” Anna said. She leapt onto Deacon
