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with white leather sofas, hung autographed pictures of some of the world's top beauties.
"Oh," I breathed. "This is—"
"Angie!" A loud voice with a melodious British accent called to me. A tall, slim man made his way toward me with his arms spread wide. "It’s all right if I call you Angie, yes? I’m Marko."
"I prefer Angela, actually," I said just as he wrapped his arms around me in a surprisingly strong embrace. He planted a kiss on both cheeks before stepping back to examine me.
"Oh you are as beautiful as 'Tonio promised," he said. "Come!" He strode over to one of the silver chairs. "Sit here."
I glanced at Mandy, who smiled and nodded. I smiled back and sat—no, sank into the most comfortable chair I’d ever been in. I closed my eyes, luxuriating and relaxing, until I felt Marko’s hands in my hair. I opened my eyes to see him raising my ginger waves above my head and staring at our reflection with pursed lips.
"Your natural color?" he asked, though he didn’t wait for an answer. "Highlights will really make the color pop, I think. And bring out those gorgeous green eyes.
"Mandy," he called out, "will you send over Sylvia? Our lovely young lady here is in need of a French mani."
I looked down at my hands. I couldn't remember the last time I'd even thought about doing my nails. The cuticles were ragged and unkempt. I almost felt embarrassed to have Sylvia work on them.
"Now you just sit back and relax," Marko told me. "We'll take care of everything."
I’m not sure how many times I almost fell asleep, hypnotized by Marko’s skilful hands and the soft cadence of his voice as he chattered on about his plans for me, describing each step as he completed my metamorphosis.
"Your neck is so elegant," he murmured as he snipped at my wet hair, piling it up and letting it fall back over my shoulders. "We must show it off."
Sylvia worked at my nails, somehow staying out of Marko’s way as he weaved around me, braiding this, curling that until he had created what he called his masterpiece. "You see?" he exclaimed while spinning me around and handing me a mirror so that I could see what he’d done from all angles.
Masterpiece was almost an understatement. It looked more like an engineering feat to me. In fact, I hardly recognized myself. I cautiously touched a curl, fearful that Marko would get mad at me for doing so. But when I looked up at him, he returned my huge grin with a brilliant smile of his own.
"I knew you’d like it," he said, clapping his hands.
I started to get up, regretful that I’d have to leave the comfy chair, but Marko stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, pressing me back into the seat. "Not done yet, precious. Now, we will make those beautiful eyes sparkle even more."
Chapter Twenty-One
"Wow," said Maria for the third time since Thompson had dropped me home. "No, really. Wow."
I laughed, munching on one of the cookies she’d baked that morning while I was at work. "I know. Marko’s hands are magical," I said, resisting the temptation to touch the gorgeous tangle of curls and braids Marko had so artfully designed.
"And your make up!" Maria stared at me over her glass of milk with wide, approving eyes. "I consider myself pretty good with the brushes and paints, but mmm, someone there is a true wizard! Of course, they had a pretty good canvas to start with."
I laughed at her obvious delight, remembering my own pleasure at looking into the mirror.
The doorbell rang just then and Maria turned toward the sound. "I’ll get it," she said. "It must be your fairy godmother to finish the ensemble."
Nevia wasn’t my fairy godmother, but her arms were loaded with a long garment bag and various other accoutrements.
"Hi Nevia," I waved from the kitchen. "This is my sister Maria. Come on in."
"Hi," Nevia said cheerfully as Maria rolled back to let her pass. "I’ve got everything you need for tonight, Angela," she added, holding up her bags. "Let's get your sister dressed for the
"Oh," I breathed. "This is—"
"Angie!" A loud voice with a melodious British accent called to me. A tall, slim man made his way toward me with his arms spread wide. "It’s all right if I call you Angie, yes? I’m Marko."
"I prefer Angela, actually," I said just as he wrapped his arms around me in a surprisingly strong embrace. He planted a kiss on both cheeks before stepping back to examine me.
"Oh you are as beautiful as 'Tonio promised," he said. "Come!" He strode over to one of the silver chairs. "Sit here."
I glanced at Mandy, who smiled and nodded. I smiled back and sat—no, sank into the most comfortable chair I’d ever been in. I closed my eyes, luxuriating and relaxing, until I felt Marko’s hands in my hair. I opened my eyes to see him raising my ginger waves above my head and staring at our reflection with pursed lips.
"Your natural color?" he asked, though he didn’t wait for an answer. "Highlights will really make the color pop, I think. And bring out those gorgeous green eyes.
"Mandy," he called out, "will you send over Sylvia? Our lovely young lady here is in need of a French mani."
I looked down at my hands. I couldn't remember the last time I'd even thought about doing my nails. The cuticles were ragged and unkempt. I almost felt embarrassed to have Sylvia work on them.
"Now you just sit back and relax," Marko told me. "We'll take care of everything."
I’m not sure how many times I almost fell asleep, hypnotized by Marko’s skilful hands and the soft cadence of his voice as he chattered on about his plans for me, describing each step as he completed my metamorphosis.
"Your neck is so elegant," he murmured as he snipped at my wet hair, piling it up and letting it fall back over my shoulders. "We must show it off."
Sylvia worked at my nails, somehow staying out of Marko’s way as he weaved around me, braiding this, curling that until he had created what he called his masterpiece. "You see?" he exclaimed while spinning me around and handing me a mirror so that I could see what he’d done from all angles.
Masterpiece was almost an understatement. It looked more like an engineering feat to me. In fact, I hardly recognized myself. I cautiously touched a curl, fearful that Marko would get mad at me for doing so. But when I looked up at him, he returned my huge grin with a brilliant smile of his own.
"I knew you’d like it," he said, clapping his hands.
I started to get up, regretful that I’d have to leave the comfy chair, but Marko stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, pressing me back into the seat. "Not done yet, precious. Now, we will make those beautiful eyes sparkle even more."
Chapter Twenty-One
"Wow," said Maria for the third time since Thompson had dropped me home. "No, really. Wow."
I laughed, munching on one of the cookies she’d baked that morning while I was at work. "I know. Marko’s hands are magical," I said, resisting the temptation to touch the gorgeous tangle of curls and braids Marko had so artfully designed.
"And your make up!" Maria stared at me over her glass of milk with wide, approving eyes. "I consider myself pretty good with the brushes and paints, but mmm, someone there is a true wizard! Of course, they had a pretty good canvas to start with."
I laughed at her obvious delight, remembering my own pleasure at looking into the mirror.
The doorbell rang just then and Maria turned toward the sound. "I’ll get it," she said. "It must be your fairy godmother to finish the ensemble."
Nevia wasn’t my fairy godmother, but her arms were loaded with a long garment bag and various other accoutrements.
"Hi Nevia," I waved from the kitchen. "This is my sister Maria. Come on in."
"Hi," Nevia said cheerfully as Maria rolled back to let her pass. "I’ve got everything you need for tonight, Angela," she added, holding up her bags. "Let's get your sister dressed for the
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