because since her retirement Jose didn’t like to have his wife too far away and she loved to travel.
“Of course I’ll be there, we all will,” she said, meaning her sisters. “We’re bringing something special, too. Now, just let me tame those eyebrows a bit and put some makeup on that pretty face to make you glow. Adam should be back soon and you’re going to knock him out,” she predicted.
The “bit” Gigi did to the eyebrows was a waxing, a process Alicia had never had done and something she imagined would be quite painful. It wasn’t at all, thanks to Gigi’s skill. The result was amazing, though; her brows were still thick and lustrous but cleaning up the area underneath gave them a sharper arch and made them look very sexy and glamorous. As promised, she applied just a little makeup, just enough to give Alicia a healthy shimmer. A hint of gold eyeshadow, two coats of mascara and liner in the outer corners of her eyes and she suddenly had huge, smoky eyes that beckoned and beguiled. Alicia drew the line at lipstick, however.
“I’ve never worn lipstick, Gigi . You know the boys call me Patti for a reason,” she said wryly. Patti was a twist on her real nickname, Pato , the Spanish word for duck. Her brothers called her that because her lips were so prominent, especially when she was small .
Gigi clucked her tongue in disgust “They call you that because they are idiots. Your lips are just perfect . Lots of women pay big money to get these lips, trust me. Now you just line them very lightly like so,” she said as she gently ou tl ined Alicia’s lips with a medium brown pencil. “Then you blend in it like so.” And she used her pinky to smooth the color all over the lips. “And then a nice soft neutral color followed by a gold gloss and see? Very sexy, yes?”
Alicia had to admit it made a huge difference. Just a few light touches and she looked dramatic, mysterious, and undeniably feminine. “Nobody’s going to think we’re twins now,” she murmured. “ Gigi , this is worth every penny. I can’t possibly thank you enough for this. I love you, I really do.”
“Worth what penny? I’ve never done your hair before, and you know I always do family for free. I wish you would try to pay me, I’d tear the check up in front of your face,” she said haughtily. “But there is something you can do to show your appreciation. Let me plan your wedding, mija . That will be payment enough.”
Alicia blushed fiercely upon hearing those words, but she didn’t have time to get really rat tl ed. The receptionist buzzed to let them know that Adam had returned, so it was show time. She allowed Gigi to give her clothes one last brushing and straightening before going out into the main salon to greet him. If she’d been paying him more specific attention she’d have seen a look on his face that would have convinced her that Gigi’s line about wedding planning might not be too far-fetched. She completely missed the utter rapture that took over Adam’s face as she reentered the salon. She also didn’t hear the oohs and aahs from the stylists and the applause from the other patrons as they admired her new look. All she could do was stare openmouthed at Adam, who had a long braid in one hand and a n ewly shorn, neatly styled head of hair—very short hair.
“Oh, my goodness, what have you done?” she gasped.
Chapter Eight
Angelique watched her brother-in-law playing with her daughter and could tell that something was troubling his heart. Adam was always so cool and self-contained that h e was difficult to know really well, but in the months since her marriage Angelique had grown close to him, close enough to know when he was troubled . She smiled as she watched Adam picking out a tune for Lily Rose on the piano while he held her firmly in his left arm and sang her a lit tl e song.
“I think your niece likes your voice, Uncle Adam,” she teased. And it was true; Lily was bubbling
“Of course I’ll be there, we all will,” she said, meaning her sisters. “We’re bringing something special, too. Now, just let me tame those eyebrows a bit and put some makeup on that pretty face to make you glow. Adam should be back soon and you’re going to knock him out,” she predicted.
The “bit” Gigi did to the eyebrows was a waxing, a process Alicia had never had done and something she imagined would be quite painful. It wasn’t at all, thanks to Gigi’s skill. The result was amazing, though; her brows were still thick and lustrous but cleaning up the area underneath gave them a sharper arch and made them look very sexy and glamorous. As promised, she applied just a little makeup, just enough to give Alicia a healthy shimmer. A hint of gold eyeshadow, two coats of mascara and liner in the outer corners of her eyes and she suddenly had huge, smoky eyes that beckoned and beguiled. Alicia drew the line at lipstick, however.
“I’ve never worn lipstick, Gigi . You know the boys call me Patti for a reason,” she said wryly. Patti was a twist on her real nickname, Pato , the Spanish word for duck. Her brothers called her that because her lips were so prominent, especially when she was small .
Gigi clucked her tongue in disgust “They call you that because they are idiots. Your lips are just perfect . Lots of women pay big money to get these lips, trust me. Now you just line them very lightly like so,” she said as she gently ou tl ined Alicia’s lips with a medium brown pencil. “Then you blend in it like so.” And she used her pinky to smooth the color all over the lips. “And then a nice soft neutral color followed by a gold gloss and see? Very sexy, yes?”
Alicia had to admit it made a huge difference. Just a few light touches and she looked dramatic, mysterious, and undeniably feminine. “Nobody’s going to think we’re twins now,” she murmured. “ Gigi , this is worth every penny. I can’t possibly thank you enough for this. I love you, I really do.”
“Worth what penny? I’ve never done your hair before, and you know I always do family for free. I wish you would try to pay me, I’d tear the check up in front of your face,” she said haughtily. “But there is something you can do to show your appreciation. Let me plan your wedding, mija . That will be payment enough.”
Alicia blushed fiercely upon hearing those words, but she didn’t have time to get really rat tl ed. The receptionist buzzed to let them know that Adam had returned, so it was show time. She allowed Gigi to give her clothes one last brushing and straightening before going out into the main salon to greet him. If she’d been paying him more specific attention she’d have seen a look on his face that would have convinced her that Gigi’s line about wedding planning might not be too far-fetched. She completely missed the utter rapture that took over Adam’s face as she reentered the salon. She also didn’t hear the oohs and aahs from the stylists and the applause from the other patrons as they admired her new look. All she could do was stare openmouthed at Adam, who had a long braid in one hand and a n ewly shorn, neatly styled head of hair—very short hair.
“Oh, my goodness, what have you done?” she gasped.
Chapter Eight
Angelique watched her brother-in-law playing with her daughter and could tell that something was troubling his heart. Adam was always so cool and self-contained that h e was difficult to know really well, but in the months since her marriage Angelique had grown close to him, close enough to know when he was troubled . She smiled as she watched Adam picking out a tune for Lily Rose on the piano while he held her firmly in his left arm and sang her a lit tl e song.
“I think your niece likes your voice, Uncle Adam,” she teased. And it was true; Lily was bubbling
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