Larissa said as she expertly curled Kat’s long hair. “Um, I think we’re just going downstairs for dinner,” Kat replied. “I can’t believe you’re dating Alexander Petrovsky,” Larissa gushed. “I could totally tell he was into you that night he came into The Garden. I bet he’ll take you to a show after dinner.” Kat had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. He was taking her to a show all right, just not the kind Larissa was imagining. And she had already tried to explain they weren’t dating. Larissa hadn’t believed that, and it’s not like Kat could tell her the real reason she was involved with Alexander. Fluffing Kat’s hair, Larissa grabbed a can of hair spray and went to town. “Hair’s done. Now how do you want your makeup?” Larissa asked while setting her gigantic makeup case on the counter. Kat knew about hair and makeup as a result of having worked as a cocktail waitress, even though she wore the bare minimum when she wasn’t working. “Smoky eyes and a nude lip.”
