Page 119 of Fall I Want
“Right?” Harper agrees. “Even I’m jealous.”
“Stop,” I tell her with soft eyes, and she shoots me a wink.
“If Zanie-poo doesn’t marry you, maybe I will. Who am I kidding? I’m too gay for that. But I thought about it for a few seconds. That counts for something. Come on, don’t want the paps getting too many photos of you two,” he says, stepping aside and allowing us into his house.
“This is my bestie, April. She’ll take care of your hair and I’ll do the face,” he explains.
“Hello,” April says with a kind smile. Her hair, glasses, and lipstick are hot pink. It suits her.
The room is set up like a salon with mirrors and chairs, and there is even a sink in the corner. There are pictures of Oliver with countless celebrities—Oprah, Adele, Beyoncé, every Kardashian, and the list goes on.
“This is my trophy wall.” He watches my eyes slide over the selfies he’s taken with beautiful people. “Speaking of.”
Oliver snaps a photo of me, him, and Harper on his phone. After a click of a button, a tiny printer on the counter beside his tool chest of makeup spits out a picture. He peels the paper from the back and slaps us right beside Kylie. “Now, let’s get to work.”
April leads me over to the washing station and puts a thick robe over my body. Once I’m comfortable in the chair, she gets down to business. The water is loud and I can’t hear anything Oliver and Harper are saying.
With my eyes closed, I think about Zane and wonder what he’s doing today.
After my hair is washed and rinsed, April works her magic on my mop. The blow-dryer is loud too. I’m not sure how much time passes, but when she’s done, I know my hair has never looked this good before and probably won’t ever again.
“Wow. You’re so talented,” I whisper, running my fingers through my silky strands.
She laughs. “Thank you.”
“Ready for your face?” Oliver asks. He has everything set out and has already matched the foundation to my skin.
“Yes,” I say, and Oliver gets to work. Harper sits on the counter, swinging her legs as he asks me questions.
“So, what do you like to do for fun?”
“I run a lot. Watch horror movies. In the winter, I do some snowboarding.”
“You snowboard?” Harper asks, intrigued.
“How do you think I met Sebastian?” I ask with a smirk.
“You really are perfect for my brother,” she says, looking at me with amazement. “The actual real deal.”
I blush.
“You are. Start believing it.”
If she keeps it up, Harper might convince me it’s true.
Once my foundation is in place, Oliver draws fat lines on my face with a contour stick, then adds lightener. After he blends it all, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and my mouth falls open.
“This is artwork.”
“It’s the canvas, not the paint,” he says, lifting my chin upward. “Now close those eyes.”
“Have any predictions for me?” Oliver asks Harper, and I hear her giggle. “A deal is a deal,” he says.
“I have to focus,” Harper tells him, sucking in a deep breath. I’m not sure how much time passes; it feels like five minutes.
“You’ll meet someone who will change your life in unimaginable ways. Financially. Spiritually. Shit, you’re going to fall madly in love.”
“Please tell me he has a huge dick. I’m tired of mediocre men.”
