I’m a girly-girl. A diva. A princess, who has an addiction for all things pretty and shiny. From earrings to shoes to clothes to purses, I’m a big believer in the more the merrier. But my number one girly temptation, bar-none, is lipstick.
There’s just something about all that color—whether it’s red or pink or coral or brown or nude or gold or blue—that appeals to me. Maybe it’s the ability to change it with my mood or the fact that every color makes me feel a little like a different person. Or maybe it’s just that nothing gives me confidence the way slicking on a little lipstick does.
To say I freaked out was to put it mildly. The idea of walking into a room full of women who would be looking directly at me for over an hour without so much as a little lip gloss on my lips filled me with horror. Enter my hubby, who happened to be in Dallas that weekend for work, and a very frantic phone call from me begging him to run to the nearest Lancome or Mac counter and get me some lipstick. I didn’t care about the rest—I could definitely wing it without my full face—but there was no way I was going up in front of over 100 women without lipstick. Preferably red.
My honey came through in a big way and the day was saved. The speech went on and I sold lots of books. Maybe it seems superficial to put that much stock in a little tube of paint, but it’s not the lipstick. Or at least, not just the lipstick. It’s the way I feel when I’m wearing it. More confident. More polished. More ready to face whatever is coming at me. Odd, I know, but also true.
Too bad his attraction to her is clouding his judgment. And when he can finally see past his libido, he realizes that there's more to Vivian than her family name and her designer clothes. In fact, she's working so hard to clear the kid's name, they just might win. It's the best Christmas gift Rafael could receive…or would that be Vivian agreeing to stay with him?