Chapter 52 Makeup Your Friend
Andrea’s head felt like it was caught in a vice. Even though she’d taken plenty of medicine and hydrated before she came for her costume fitting, there was no denying she’d drank way too much. All she wanted to do was go home and go back to sleep.
“Girl, you look like sh*t,” the makeup artist, Stephon, said with a giggle. “What the hell did you do last night?”
Andrea groaned. “I don’t remember.”
He laughed so loud he snorted through his nose and then ran a hand through his spiky blue hair. “Honey, next time you better take me!”
That got a smile out of Andre, but she couldn’t actually laugh or her head might explode. “Why are you here, Stephon? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I thought I was just with Naveah today.” The costume designer was across the room, speaking with an assistant. She was a tiny woman with a loud voice and big gestures. Clearly, she was not happy with the way Andrea’s gown for the big dance scene was fitting at the moment.
Glancing down at the gown, she could see why. The waist wasn’t fitted at the moment. It looked like she was carrying extra weight around her midsection. The thought made her cringe as she thought of Sarah and her soon-to-be baby belly.
“I am here to try out some colors, baby girl, that’s all. Why you makin’ that face? You about to hurl on me, sugar?”
“No. I just… don’t feel well.”
He laughed again, shaking his head, and got out some makeup cases from the box he was carrying.
“Stephon! If you get makeup on that dress, I will kill you!” Naveah shouted from across the open space.
“Girl! This is not my first rodeo!” Stephon shook his head and muttered under his breath, calling her all sorts of names that would’ve probably amused Andrea if she didn’t feel like sh*t.
Stephon held some different color palettes up to her face, talking to himself about what worked and what didn’t. After a few moments, he stopped and stared at Andrea for a while. “Huh,” he said placing a hand on his hips, which were adorned with some fabulous retro pants in a mustard yellow color.
“What is it?” Andrea asked, thinking he’d probably tell her that her eyes were bloodshot and reminded her that she looked like hell.
“Well, I’m not sure if I should say this. You might slug me. But I was just noticing… do you know that your bone structure is very similar to Sarah Lockton’s? I’ve never noticed before, but I was just over on the set of that other movie she’s making, doing this same thing, and I have to say, you have a very similar shaped nose. Your eyes are a lot alike, too. Different colors, but same shape.”
“Stephon, darling, I love you, but shut the hell up,” Andrea said between gritted teeth. “You know the situation between the two of us, right? You were there the last time we attempted to make a movie together?”
“Yes, yes, I was there. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Sorry, girl. I just thought it was… interesting.”
“Yes, it’s very interesting. Are you about done?”
“You know, for someone who loves me, you sure are mean.”
“I’m sorry.” Andrea meant it. “I just… don’t want to think about her right now.” Or ever. Now, she was starting to wonder if maybe the only reason Case was with her at all was because she looked like Sarah. She’d never noticed anything similar about them before. Had he?
“All right, girly. I’m done. I’ll leave you with the little spitfire over there. I’ll see you soon.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek, and Andrea managed to pucker up enough to kiss his back, even though she really didn’t want to open her eyes or move at all if she could help it.
Nevaeh came back over and started shouting directions to her assistance about how to pin the dress in order to take it in. With each word, Andrea cringed, feeling like her head was about to explode. She promised herself she’d never, ever drink that much again. Sure, she’d made that promise in the past, but she really meant it this time.
She hadn’t spoken to Case yet. As far as she knew, there were no pictures of her and Travis circulating, but that didn’t mean there weren’t rumors. She couldn’t remember exactly what had happened, but she did know she was dancing with him—closely. Hopefully, he had been drunk enough that when he showed up on set with her in a few days, he wouldn’t remember enough to give her a hard time.
“Are you about done?” she asked Nevaeh. Andrea didn’t want to complain, but she’d been there for hours, trying on one costume after another. She really wanted to go home.
“You cannot rush perfection, darling,” Nevaeh said with a flourish of her hand. “Let’s get the next costume!” Her voice ricocheted around in Andrea’s head as if she’d screamed from the inside.
“Nope, never again,” Andre whispered as the costumer designer and her assistance stepped away. “Never again.”
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