Page 33 of A Cowboy's Halloween

“Thanks, Jack.” She leaned back from creating a skeleton. “I think I’m good for now, but I’ll keep you posted.”

“Please do,” he said. “Even if I’m not around, just call or text me. Your wrist is holding up?”

“I’m good. Thanks.”

“If you need medicine or to take a break or—”

“I’m good.”

“All right. I learned my listen. Not to talk when you’re working so…” He mimed zipping his lips, which earned him a smile.

He couldn’t help but grin back at her. Her smile was so beautiful, but she shone with beauty from the inside out. Not that but Heather had a striking and distinctive appearance that made her stand out in a crowd. She possessed a unique blend of features and a confident, yet approachable aura.

Heather had long, flowing blond hair that cascaded down her back in waves of rich, chestnut brown. Her hair framed her face beautifully, and she often wore it loose, allowing it to catch the light and shine with a healthy luster.

Her eyes were a captivating shade of hazel, a mix of warm brown and hints of green. They were expressive and carried a depth that revealed her inner emotions and thoughts.

Heather had a natural, fair complexion that gave her a soft and radiant appearance. Her skin was smooth and flawless, with a healthy glow. She had delicate and well-defined facial features. Her expressive eyebrows framed her eyes elegantly, and her lips had a natural rosy hue. Her smile was warm and welcoming, radiating kindness and sincerity.

Heather’s style was a reflection of her creative personality. She often wore casual yet fashionable clothing that allowed her to move comfortably while expressing her individuality. She had an eye for unique accessories and makeup that added an artistic flair to her overall look.

What truly set Heather apart was her confidence. She carried herself with a sense of self-assuredness that drew people to her. Her confident demeanor, combined with her striking appearance, made her a memorable presence in any setting.

Heather’s appearance was just one aspect of her magnetic personality, which included her talent as a makeup artist, her kindness, and her resilience. Her unique charm left a lasting impression on those who had the privilege of meeting her.

For the Haunted Harvest event, Heather had chosen an outfit that struck a balance between comfort and style, allowing her to move freely while showcasing her creative personality. Her black long-sleeved top looked comfortable. As far as Jack could tell, the simplicity of the black top allowed her to focus on her makeup work, and the dark color made it so that she didn’t have to worry about stains or distractions.

She had paired her top with dark denim jeans that provided both practicality and a touch of casual elegance. The jeans seemed to allow easy movement as she walked from side to side to apply makeup evenly on the actors’ faces.

Heather wore a pair of comfortable yet stylish black ankle boots with a slight heel. Hopefully, they would provide the necessary support for hours of standing and working at the makeup station.

She had a silver charm bracelet with tiny makeup-related charms that jingled softly as she moved. She also wore a pair of small, silver hoop earrings that glinted in the event’s ambient lighting.

As a makeup artist, Heather’s own makeup was always a work of art. For the Haunted Harvest, she had chosen a subtle smoky eye look with a touch of dark eyeliner to complement the Halloween theme. Her makeup showcased her expertise while remaining practical for the event.

Heather’s outfit was a reflection of her practicality and creativity, allowing her to comfortably and confidently work her makeup magic on the volunteers who would become spooky zombies for the Haunted Harvest.

In short, she looked stunning, and Jack found himself staring at her more than he probably should.

Later in the evening, as Heather was in the midst of her makeup sessions, Jack approached her station once more.

“Heather, I noticed you were running low on that special face paint earlier. I grabbed an extra bottle for you just in case.”

Heather’s face lit up with gratitude as she accepted the spare bottle of face paint. “Jack, you’re a lifesaver. Thanks for looking out for me.”

Jack’s attention to detail and genuine concern for Heather’s well-being hopefully made her feel valued and supported throughout the event. Their friendship and teamwork continued to flourish as they worked together to make the Haunted Harvest a success.

When she finally took a break, Jack was right there, making a point to engage in friendly conversation with Heather, ensuring that their interactions remained light-hearted and enjoyable. They discussed various topics unrelated to their personal lives, creating a comfortable and relaxed atmosphere.

He smiled at her. “Heather, have you ever been to a haunted house that actually scared you?”

She chuckled. “Oh, definitely. I went to one with some friends a few years ago, and I screamed like a banshee!”

He laughed. “That must have been quite the experience. Any plans for this Halloween?”

“Well, we’ll be here, won’t we?”

“Yes, of course.” He felt sheepish.

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