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will look at you and believe you're a lawyer. I can tell you're intelligent."
    I smiled, flattered and pleased at her compliment, but I was bored talking about myself and asked her about her life . She had two children, she said, both in their early teens and "quite a handful".
    We chatted for some time, and I excused myself to explore the house a bit more. I found myself in the library, flipping through the books. I remembered my MAC appointment just in time, and rushed outside to hail a cab.
    Sally was a petite blonde, and she was sweet and funny. I told her that I rarely wore makeup, but I needed to dress up a bit for a gala. She nodded, and started making up my face, showing me how she applied the foundation to make my complexion look flawless, and then blended bronzer and blush to give me stunning cheekbones.
    Once again, I was impressed at how beautiful money could make an ordinary girl look. Sally defined my eyes with natural shades of eye shadow, and attached fake lashes which felt funny at first.
    When she was done, she offered to give me the foundation, blush and bronzer she'd used. "You can get some things free with a paid makeover," she said, and I agreed happily, hoping I could recreate the flawless complexion and cheekbones that she'd created.
    When I got home, Dereck was already waiting for me. He brushed aside my protests, and got to work immediately.
    "You must make an appointment to see me," he said disapprovingly. "You have virgin hair, you must dye it."
    "Oh no," I said shocked, "I'm happy being a brunette. I don't intend to go all fake and blonde!"
    He tut-tutted like I was a baby. "Did I saw anything about blonde? Ugh, you would look terrible as a blonde, it would not suit your complexion at all. No, you must refresh your hair, make it shine, let me add highlights and lowlights. That will bring out your lovely complexion, make you fashionable and beautiful."
    I laughed, thinking of myself as "fashionable and beautiful". Before today, I'd never used expensive makeup or had a professional makeover. I'd contended myself with slapping on some eyeliner and lipstick; dying my hair had never seemed practical to me.
    But when Dereck was done and showed me his work, I admitted I was impressed. He'd teased my hair and now it lay in loose, romantic curls. My makeup looked natural and pretty and I felt like this business of looking "fashionable and beautiful" might be fun.
    Once he left, I changed into my pink dress again. The black dress seemed too stuffy, and the blue-green one was too casual. Looking in the mirror, I twirled, feeling both silly and excited.
     
     

 
Chapter Five
    Brad was home a few minutes before 5.30, and he rushed me into the limo, teasing me for wearing the pink dress again. I laughed happily, ignoring him and wondering if I needed more of these pretty dresses.
    "It's good you're in high spirits," said Brad, "Try not to drink too much tonight."
    I bristled, "I'm not a child, you don't have to tell me. And I'm not an alcoholic, either!"
    "That's not what I meant," he smiled. It seemed impossible to ruffle his feathers. "They can be mean sometimes, but they've all got inferiority complexes. That's what happens when the only things you've got in the world are inherited money or good looks."
    "I guess I was lucky then," I said drily.
    He smiled. "In a way, you are."
    I decided to follow his lead and stay in a good mood, so I smiled back.
    When the limo pulled up, I let him get out first and help me step out. As we walked up the red carpet I saw light bulbs flash, and photographers yelled for us to look their way. I smiled nervously, and hoped I wouldn't trip. Thankfully, we were inside soon and I breathed again, glad I hadn't embarrassed myself.
    "Come on, let's start off with some fun," Brad murmured, nodding to some people as we walked towards the centre of the room. A waiter passed by with a drinks tray, and as we swiped two glasses off him, I remembered Brad's warning not to drink. There