I wasn’t sure I did. “Do I have a choice?” I closed my eyes as she quickly brushed something across the bags under them.

“The truth is, sometimes they need to really see us. And they’re too dumb to see us without a little sparkle. After that, well, if they still can’t see you, then they aren’t the right one for you, darling. But without using a two-by-four to hit them upside the head, this is the next best thing.” She stepped back and I opened my eyes. She smiled. “See? You just needed a little highlighting, pretty girl.”

I turned to the mirror and my mouth dropped open. “Are you a fairy godmother?” My pale green eyes, lined with black and various shades of color, looked as though they’d been turned up in volume by at least ten notches. The bags were gone. Gone. My lashes looked longer than normal, dark, sweeping upward and framing my eyes.

And my cheekbones were accented against the rest of my face in a way that made it look completely natural with just a touch of color to my now kissably plump lips. I could never have pulled the makeup off on my own. “Seriously?”

I turned and squinted at her, suddenly suspicious. “Are you fae?”

Her eyes widened and then she smiled. “I see the resemblance now. You’re Celia’s granddaughter, aren’t you?” I noted that she didn’t answer my first question which meant yes, she probably was fae.

I stared at her, not sure what to say. Fae could be . . . difficult at the best of times. “She was a great loss to the community,” the woman said softly. “My name is Karissa.” She pulled a card out and handed it to me. “I’d love to have tea with you. When you aren’t so busy.”

“Breena,” I said my name automatically as I stared at the card. Her name and a phone number on white card stock.

She patted me on the shoulder. “Whoever he is, make sure he notices you. Make sure he sees the real you, Breena, and not the woman you fear yourself to be.”

She left me there in the washroom. Part of me wanted to wash the makeup off. The other part wanted to seal it on forever and ever. “Damn.” I left it on, my vanity getting the better of me.

I tried to remember what I could about the fae in Savannah. Not many of them. None that I knew of went by the name Karissa, so that was probably a knock-off name. They didn’t like giving out their names for a reason—too much power in being able to call them. The fact that she’d given me a card was no small thing when dealing with fae. I didn’t take it lightly.