Annabel rushes over to me, takes my hands, then drags me into the bedroom, and it’s like we’re best friends already. At least Chelsea holds back a little, having the decency to look humble.
Our history just can’t be erased after all. These girls tormented me for years. But they’re my teammates now, and we have to compete against all the other packs. So I’m willing to forgive and forget for the time being, just so long as we can win.
Annabel drops her bags when she gets a look at my dress, and then a loud scream bursts from her lips. Chelsea and I flinch as the little blonde clasps her hands, jumping up and down.
“It’s perfect! It matches your eyes!”
Once again, I glance at the dress and smile. It does. The dress is a bright forest green, and I can’t wait to see how it looks on me.
Chelsea rolls her eyes and nudges Annabel. “Come on, we have a party to go to.”
Annabel nods then gets out all her makeup, and holy cow... that’s a lot of makeup. All I own are several tubes of mascara and eyeliner.
The small blonde pushes me down onto a chair, then gets to work, and I suppose this was what they did with Natasha?
I can’t help but wonder where the silver-haired girl is right now. Most likely still rampaging through the forest in wolf form. Let’s hope she doesn’t do anything stupid.
Chelsea mostly sits back and watches as Annabel does all the work, and I take it makeup was always Annabel’s thing. She even applied blusher to her cheeks when we fought several weeks back, and she baffled me back then.
Before long she steps back, a blusher brush in her hands as she shows me her white teeth. “All done!”
I hold up the mirror and gasp. What the hell?
I’m hot.
She has brought out the shape of my cheeks, and filled out my lips with red, but it’s my eyes that stand out the most. Annabel has emphasized my best features, and now the green of my eyes pops with the smoky eyeshadow she applied.
I look like a model. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, but I rejoice, smiling at the petite girl. “Thank you.”
She giggles. “You’re welcome! You have an amazing face to work with Ylfa. Such big eyes!”
I match her grin, gazing back at my forest green irises. That grey eyeshadow really brings them out.
Chelsea snorts. “I’d say she was even hotter than Natasha. Wouldn’t you, Annie?”
Both Annabel and I whirl around and gawk at her. Annabel stumbles and I, too, am lost for words. That’s the last thing I would have expected from Chelsea’s mouth, former sheep and Natasha’s copycat.
I notice then that she doesn’t dress exactly like her former inspiration. She still sports the leather, but she wears it in her own way now. She’s even wearing studs.
There was one thing that was always her signature style, and that was her skull braids. Annabel’s was pigtails, while Natasha always preferred to keep her hair loose.
I don’t have a style.
Annabel sighs and agrees with her friend. “Yeah. Your beauty has a gentle quality, Ylfa...”
Chelsea scoffs yet again. “Gentle my ass. Not after how she handed our asses to us... How she almost handedNatasha’sass to her...”
More echoing silence.
I speak up at last. “But... Natasha and I drew at the match. We both won fair and square.”
Annabel and Chelsea exchange nervous glances, and I prompt them again. “What is it?”
Chelsea falls into a seat at last, propping her legs up onto a table, and I’m just glad she’s making herself at home. I think they’ve both seen now that I won’t rule them with an iron fist. I am a fair, just queen...
“Look, Ylfa. Natasha is a bitch, and we all know it. Hey, we’re bitches right along with her, but she was thequeenof bitches...”
I almost laugh out loud. You can say that again.