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As Miriam packed her books into her backpack at the end of the day she heard the buzz of her phone indicating a message. Zipping up her backpack and putting it on she grabbed her phone from the bottom of her locker before closing her locker, curious about who could be texting her. Unlocking her phone, the message opened and with every word she read the more uneasy she felt. 

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[b]From Trent:[color=C0C0C0]  
Tonight you are going to be my date to the party. That means you need to look the part, the little church girl look isn’t going to cut it if you are going to be my date to a Helmsley party. Don’t worry about figuring anything out on your own though I went ahead and took care of everything myself. Just show up at the Revolution Salon at 6, I know a few of the girls there. They will take care of you. That also means I will know if you show up or not, so you better show up unless you want your poor, poor brother to be outed to the whole school and our whole church.

I’ll pick you up from the salon at 8:15.[/color][/b]
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Taking a shaky breath and clenching the phone a bit tighter in her hand, Miriam mentally cursed not only Trent’s name but her parents’ names too. All three of them were guilty in her mind, all three of them horrid people. But that didn’t matter, what mattered was taking care of her brother. No matter what Trent wanted. 

Miriam left the school and found her brother, going home until it was time to go to the salon. When the time rolled around Miriam got an Uber over, mentally preparing herself for whatever was going to happen at the salon. When the Uber rolled to a stop, Miriam internally cringed. The salon while it looked very nice also was very expensive looking. She could just tell she was in for a hell of a time. 

Entering the building she was greeted by a young blonde receptionist with a fake smile. [color=DDA0DD][b]“You must be Miriam, Trent told me about you on the phone. You don’t need to worry about anything we will take care of you. Come right this way.”[/b][/color] The receptionist stood and began walking, her heels clicking with each step. They eventually reached a stylists personal room and the receptionist opened the door for Miriam. [color=DDA0DD][b]“Anthony will be doing your hair and makeup, his assistants will do your nails and then they will get you dressed to match the makeover just in time for Trent to pick you up.” [/b][/color]

The young Archer nodded and tried to enter the room but before entering a hand tightly gripped her bicep causing her to turn back to the receptionist who was now glaring at her. [color=DDA0DD][b]“I dont get why he’s treating you so specially. You are nothing special, honestly you aren’t even attractive but whatever. When he gets bored of you he’ll come right back to me.”[/b][/color] With a smirk the receptionist turned on her heel and walked off just leaving Miriam staring after her slightly shocked.

[color=hotpink][b]“As if I want any of this…”[/b][/color] She whispered under her breath before shaking her head and entering the room. Miriam instantly regretted entering the room as two woman grabbed her hands and pulled her to the middle of the room where a man then began to circle her like she was his prey.

[color=800080][b]“Hmm what type of look would be best and the most daring and shocking transformation with minimal effort. Right now she screams good girl with the long hair and conservative outfit but I think we can make this good girl look more… femme fatale. That is of course you are okay with that sweetheart?”[/b][/color]

 It took Miriam a moment to realize the man, Anthony she believes it was, was talking to her now. Actually asking her if she was okay with the transformation. As if he could read her mind he smiled kindly. [color=800080][b]“I’d never do a makeover without actually consulting the one being madeover. I know the boy who got you this appointment had very specific details and things he wanted… but to me I can almost feel the fire burning in your soul and I want to bring that to the outside. No girl hidden away, no sexy bunny or whatever ridiculous thing that boy wanted. Just you. Beautiful. Gorgeous. You. 

Only if you want though.”[/b][/color]

Awestruck. This man left her awestruck. He was not what she was expecting and for that Miriam was thankful. Unable to find the words she just nodded, giving the man the go ahead to transform her. Tonight anyone at the party would see a whole new side of her and she was ready now more than ever.