. The crystal chimes above rang sharply. Several wealthy wom

p club makeup clashed violently with th

away what looked like a lost, D-list trash bag. But when he m

tor. In all his years in Hollywood, Tony had only seen t

arina to a plush leather chair in the VIP room. "Ma

mirror, her voice hard as iron. "Cut all this dis

pe is perfect for these long waves! Cutting it sh

a cold look through the mirror. "I want effici

picked up his shears. With the first brutal snip,

focating layer of vanity and weakness lift fro

a asked Tony for a full bottle of heavy-duty

eness. Staring into the mirror, she scrubbed violently at the t

ng in physical pain. "Ma'am, please! Be

ined a muddy, toxic brown. Then, she turned on the fauce

ng down her pale skin, Tony sucked in a sharp

rrifying work of art. Her bone structure was supreme. Her

n striking, cold features with cheap makeup just

our previous makeup artist blind?

the familiar yet strange face in the mirror. A satisfie

arefully blew dry her hair-a sleek, obsidian-

like they could dissect a soul. She radiated the

asterpiece of my career," Tony whi

h from her wallet, slapped it onto the counter w

ew look, the whispers in the main lobby died in

e a picture, assuming a legendary supe

night wind of Los Angeles whipped through her

ge bag into the bedroom. She ruthlessly shoved every neo

few simple black windbreakers, cargo pants, and

into a massive outdoor hiking backpack,

at the neon lights. Her eyes were sharp