I was nervous on Monday morning. Anderson and I had spent hours going from store to store Saturday and Sunday as he’d given me a crash course in fashion and what worked best for my body type—slender almost to the point of bone thin—and my hair color, along with pale, freckly skin. He also made fast friends with one sales guy who asked for his number so they could “hang out.” It would be interesting to see how things progressed on that front.
I’d never paid much attention to grooming and such, apart from the basics, but what Anderson had said made sense, and when I saw myself in the mirror at the end of it all, I almost didn’t recognize myself. As for my hair, he’d taken me to a salon to give me an overpriced haircut—in my opinion—which did things to my face that I didn’t think were possib
