“You love it.”
And, damn it all, I really did.
59
FAITH
“I want to give myself a makeover.”
Harper’s face lit up like I’d just announced free champagne for life. She jabbed a finger at me enthusiastically. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
I spun around, struck by a sudden realization. “You know, if I move in with Ryker, I’m going to miss you.”
“I do own a car,” she said, arching an eyebrow.
I laughed. “Fair point. And I’ll be getting mine back from police evidence. And I’ll come back and visit. A lot.”
Turning back to the mirror, I studied my reflection. Same old Faith staring back at me.
“So,” Harper said, moving closer, “define makeover.”
“Well …” I traced my fingers through my hair, imagining the possibilities. “Eventually, I’d like to cut my hair, add highlights and lowlights. I just want to feel different, you know?”
“So, let’s do it now.”
“I’m supposed to be packing.”
“Packing is boring.” Harper waved a dismissive hand. “The ship isn’t going anywhere. This sounds like way more fun.”
“I told Ryker I’d stay here today.”
“Up to you.” She shrugged, but her eyesgleamed with mischief. “But you throw him a text, and I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
I pulled out my phone and typed:Need a few hours to become stunning. Heading to the salon. See you at dinner?
His response came almost immediately:You’re already stunning. But okay. Can’t wait to see you, Warrior.
I showed Harper the screen, and she grinned. “Girl, he’s got it bad.”
“Yeah,” I said softly, warmth spreading through my chest, “he really does.”
We spent hours getting made over, and it was as financially irresponsible as it was glorious. The stylist worked magic with my hair, adding dimension I didn’t know was possible. Rich caramel highlights caught the light. Deeper lowlights added depth, making the whole effect rich and dimensional. She cut away the damaged ends, leaving it healthier and bouncier than it had been in years.
Harper insisted on makeup next, dragging me to a counter where a woman with impeccable winged eyeliner taught me techniques I’d never mastered on my own.
“You look like a whole new woman,” Harper said as we climbed back into her car.
I checked the mirror again. She was right. I looked like me, but the best version of me. Confident. Beautiful. Like someone who deserved a fresh start.
We returned to my place just in time for dinner prep.
“You’re coming, right?” I asked as we walked inside.
“Oh, yeah. I have an outfit in mind.”
“Good. You’re going to love the rest of my friends.”
My friends.I had true, deep friendships.
