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I want to hate it, but I can’t. She’s made me look hot as fuck.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim as I look at myself in the mirror.

Any blemishes I had on my face are gone.

She’s a goddamn miracle worker.

I'm not going to tell her that - her ego is large enough.

“How long until you need to leave?” she asks me, packing away her makeup.

“Twenty minutes. I booked an Uber, so it should be here soon.”

“You don’t want me to drop you off? See if he’s fuckable?” she laughs.

“No, I’m good,” I say, waving her away. “I don’t want whoever it is to think I’m weird.”

She stares at me with a pointed look, quirking her eyebrow. " I hate to break it to you, babe, but…”

“Shut up.”

Gathering my clutch, lipstick, wallet, and phone, I take a deep breath and try to instill as much confidence in my body as possible.

“Wish me luck,” I shout over my shoulder to Jade, knowing she’ll lock up after she leaves.

“Good luck bitch! Get that sausage!”