Henley

“Knock, knock!” a male voice said as he knocked on my door. “We are here to make you even more beautiful than you already are!”

“What in the world?” I opened the door, and my own Glam Squad was standing right outside my door, heavily laden with implements of destruction from curling wands to hot irons, blow dryers and everything between.

“Surprise!” a good-looking gentleman with a Latin accent said as he walked in and started barking orders to ...