He doesn’t let me go as he leads me to the sink to clean up. And boy, do I need it. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a lump clogs my throat. My dark, smokey makeup is smudged, making me look like a raccoon instead of the sexy goddess I’d been channeling. Not to mention my naturally curly red hair. It’s sticking up in every direction like I just rolled out of bed. I don’t look sexy anymore. I don’t look put together. I look like a freaking train wreck.
