Bea stared out of the passenger window, vexed, bored, and already feeling out of place. She twiddled with a loose strand of her dark auburn hair that had escaped the simple bun on top of her head. Everyone looked quite glamorous. Liza’s long blonde hair was gracefully swept to one side, showing off her beautiful face. Bea had always wondered how she got her make-up looking so perfect. Her own technique was quite the opposite, a slap of foundation, a quick swipe of mascara and a touch of blusher, nothing fancy requiring any skill. Roxy and Claire never ceased to amaze with thick layers of foundation stopping right at the chin, and eyes that displayed the biggest lashes ever, which caused them to blink a lot.