When I got to the restaurant, Kasteil was already there waiting for me. The thought sent a fresh wave of anxiety crashing through my chest. I was a little bit late. The traffic had been worse than I expected, a seemingly endless crawl of brake lights and honking horns that had stretched what should have been a twenty-minute drive into nearly forty-five minutes. But if I was being completely honest with myself, the traffic was only part of the reason. My nerves had made me hesitate before leaving the car. I had spent an extra five minutes just sitting in the backseat, staring at my reflection in the phone screen, second-guessing every choice I had made that day.
The face that stared back at me was almost unrecognizable. The boys had worked their magic, and I had to admit, the result was stunning. My skin looked flawless, smooth and radiant, with a subtle glow that caught the light just right.
