Right in the middle of Rivkah placing the first ever pair of false eyelashes I’ve ever worn that didn’t make me look like a Disney villain, my phone buzzes. I half expect it to be my mom, but when I look down, I grin.
Hannah’s got an update about her cute date!
I swipe it open, only to frown.
[Hannah Bestie
|4:50pm
|Soooo the date didn’t go well.
|I don’t think I’m going to see him again.
My heart wrenches. No one deserves to find a good match for them more than Hannah. She works so hard, and she’d do anything for her friends.
[To: Hannah Bestie
|4:51pm
|Girl, I’m so sorry. Where are you?
“Okay, I’m going to spin you around while I do the finishing touches,” Rivkah says with a dramatic flourish.
She had done Cameron’s make-up already, mostly foundation, eyebrows and contouring, but Rivkah added kohl eyeliner that suited him.
[Hannah Bestie
|4:52pm
|Chillin outside. Hungry as hell, trying to not throw a pity party.
[To: Hannah Bestie
|4:53pm