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“So? What do you think?” I ask her.
“It’s… I’m not used to wearing dresses,” she admits.
“That’s exactly the point of doing a makeover, Cassidy.”
“I think she looks like a beautiful princess,” Maddie says.
I nod. “A princess.”
“Well, every princess needs her glass slippers,” one of the store attendants says, bringing over a shoebox. “I guessed a size seven?”
Cassidy blushes. “Is everyone helping me with a makeover today?”
One of the women from the makeup counter appears. “I have a chair open if you’d like to try on some colors.”
Cassidy is still slipping into the heels the worker brought over, and she looks overwhelmed by the sheer amount of attention she’s getting.
“We’ll be right over,” I say to the woman who smiles back at me warmly. “Take your time.”
Cassidy stands tall wobbling in the heels, but now, not only does she make the yellow dress look amazing… but with the heels and her hair down.
Wow.
I whistle as my eyes trail down the length of her.
“Ok, this is the dress,” Maddie says. “Now, onto makeup.”
She tugs Cassidy over to the makeup area and she protests, “Don’t we have to pay?”
“I got it,” I say waving them off.
I watch as a group of what look like college students gawk at the woman in the bright yellow dress. Even without makeup, she steals the attention of people all around her. I don't know if she notices.
She rubs her elbow, nervously as she walks.
Maybe that’s why she dresses so subdued. Cassidy doesn’t seem to do well with attention.
“And just a hint of blush. You’re done,” the makeup artist says. She holds up a mirror to Cassidy for her to see the finished product.
Maddie squeals. “We’re going to find you a boyfriend so fast. Keelan is going to freak when he sees you.”
“Keelan?” Cassidy and I both say.
Maddie looks at us. “Yeah, isn’t she going on a date with him tonight?”
I immediately deflate. “Oh yeah. I… forgot about that.”
What an idiot. I just gave this woman a makeover only to send her off to be gawked at by my team captain.
I could actually punch myself for my stupidity.
“It’s not a real date,” Cassidy says. “He just didn’t want to show up alone.”
“Oh,” Maddie says. “Well, that’s nice of you.”
“Yeah, so nice of you.” And the way I feel like Cassidy said that to make me feel better definitely lightens the mood. “We should probably take these back to the car.” I lift up the bags of clothing I bought for her.
She tilts her head at me. “You didn’t have to buy all those, Joshua.”