By the time the group reached the villa, it was already after six.

"Well, we sure got our sprints in this weekend for Coach," Dan said as he pushed open the door and headed into the villa's living room.

To their surprise, there were around ten people sitting on the couches. They were dressed in crisp white uniforms. Four of them were women, the others were men.

"Nice of you all to join us," Bentley said sarcastically.

Chad frowned. "Sorry, man. We sort of lost track of time. Think the sun is getting to our heads."

"Speak for yourselves!" Erin snapped. "Bentley, next time, tell us ladies if we need to be somewhere at a certain time. We'll make sure these knucklehead boys follow suit."

Bentley's mouth twitched as he nodded. "Okay then." He spun to face the group of people behind him.

"The team here will assist each of you with anything you need. Please allow them to recommend adjustments to your, uh, style. They're here to help you get ready for the concert tonight."

The people behind Bentley rose to their feet.

"HOW EXCITING!" Erin said clapping her hands. "So they're going to like, give each of us a complete makeover?"

Bentley glanced back at the attendants. "That's for them to determine and for you to approve," he said smiling.

Sara noticed he didn't look at her. It annoyed her to no end.

Two of the women approached Sara.

"Hi," Sara said. She stretched out her hand to shake each of theirs.

The women seemed surprised and returned the gesture.

"What are your names?" Sara asked pleasantly. "I'm so excited you'll be helping me!"

The woman with a bun smiled at Sara before she put on a mask that covered her nose and mouth. "I'm Rita."

"Angela," the other woman said. She also now wore a mask.

"If you please, we can get started now," Angela said. She indicated Sara should follow her down the hallway.

Sara hadn't actually seen the rooms that were upstairs. She peeked her head into one of the bedrooms she passed. It was immaculate! The entire wall was glass doors that revealed nothing but sky and ocean. A large white canopy bed stood in the center of the room with light oak furniture.

"How exquisite," Sara murmured. Still, she was happy she'd be sleeping downstairs with the fish.

The attendants guided her into a large bathroom in the middle of the hallway.

It was an enormous white tiled room with a huge bathtub in the center. Open windows behind the tub allowed the fresh ocean breeze to blow around the room and sunlight to shine through.

"We'll have you bathe and then we can progress to the skin and hair treatments," Rita said.

Sara quickly stripped down and got into the already-filled tub. She tried not to be self-conscious around the women. But since she'd had to endure a painful bikini wax before her trip to Miami, she decided she could handle anything at this point.

The women had her soak in the tub for nearly a half an hour.

Sara realized the tub was filled with soothing skin oils that smelled like a combination of coconut and lavender.

They scrubbed her down, making sure to avoid Sara's temporary tattoos that she didn't want to lose.

They wrapped her hair in a thick avocado and lemon hair mask and applied a similar mask to her face.

When that was done, she rinsed her face and hair and was dried off.

The women had her lay down on a table on the other side of the bathroom. They re-waxed her eyebrows -- which were still in somewhat decent shape already -- before they did a fresh wax to each of her legs.

"I already shaved," Sara tried to tell them, but it seemed the women were on auto-pilot and didn't really listen to her anyway.

Sara decided she would let them do whatever they wanted since it was their area of expertise to make women who stayed in villas like this as beautiful as possible.

Once the wax was done, they flipped Sara over and gave her a full body massage.

Now this Sara enjoyed immensely. She was nearly asleep by the time the women completed the massage on her back, legs, and feet.

"The chair," Angela said. She pointed for Sara to sit down in a cushioned seat that faced a large vanity mirror in the bathroom.

Angela started to blow dry Sara's long hair while Rita went to work perfecting Sara's French manicure and pedicure.

"You have such lovely hair," Angela said as she maneuvered the blow dryer around Sara's head.

"Thank you," Sara said pleasantly. She really hoped she wouldn't fall asleep in the chair. The attendants had a mediation music track playing in the background. The combination of the gentle music and the fresh ocean breeze swirling around them from the open windows was like a lullaby.

"We've reviewed your costume choice for the evening. We recommend you wear your hair down rather than in an up-do. However, we will add slight curls to give your hair more volume," Angela said.

Sara could only nod her head.

Angela began to straighten sections of Sara's hair. In other sections, she added curlers.

While her hair was being done, Rita handed Sara a brand new toothbrush that already had toothpaste on it. "Brush, then we do make up," Rita said.

Sara quickly brushed her teeth and spit into a cup Rita held out for her.

"Swish," Rita instructed, handing her another cup filled with mouthwash.

Sara did as she was told, finding the mouthwash icy and flavorful.

"Now, for your make up. I suggest keeping your features light. However, we should darken your eyes and mouth," Rita said.

Sara continued to nod her head. She hadn't expected anyone to help her get ready for the evening except Erin. So at this point, she was game for whatever these professionals recommended.

Rita applied a dark red lipstick followed by a cherry-tasting gloss.

"Keep this handy so you can reapply it this evening," Rita said. She gave Sara the brand new lip gloss.

Rita then applied a light foundation over Sara's face, brushing her cheeks with a soft rouge.

She added dark mascara, thick eyeliner, and then stuck on long fake eyelashes!

Sara giggled as Rita applied the eyelashes. But when she saw her reflection, she gasped outright. The eyelashes really looked HOT!

"I like these tattoo hearts," Rita said as she surveyed Sara's eyes. "But let's give them a little something more."

She added a layer of sparkles behind Sara's eyes. The look really made Sara's eyes pop like a glass doll's.

"Your hair is complete," Angela said. She spun Sara's chair around and gave her a handheld mirror.

Sara saw her hair hung low on her back. The tiny curls resembled something out of a fairytale. "It's lovely," Sara breathed.

"No, it needs something else," Angela said thinking. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a can of spray.

"Close your eyes," she said to Sara.

Sara did as she was told.

Angela sprayed her hair and shook it slightly. "Okay, what do you think?" she asked.

Sara opened her eyes. Her long hair now had tiny pink highlights. "OH MY GOSH. THAT LOOKS AMAZING!" she said gasping.

Angela chuckled. "A movie star was here last week. I added these same pink highlights to her hair. And get this, she demanded to have those same pink highlights in her actual film!"

Sara giggled. "I can see why!"

Rita held out several different perfumes. "Please choose one," she told Sara.

Sara picked up each of the glass bottles and held them to her nose. "Why aren't they labeled?" she asked.

"The woman must choose the scent not the label," Rita explained.

Sara pointed at the third bottle. "That one. It's really sexy."

Rita glanced at Angela with a curious expression.

"What?" Sara asked.

"Very few women choose that perfume. It's interesting you've selected its scent," Rita said.

Sara raised one of her perfectly-waxed eyebrows. "Oh, why's that?"

Angela stepped in front of her and took her wrist in her hand. She sprayed the perfume onto Sara's skin.

"Rita and I always offer this perfume to each of the women we assist. It seems the ones with the purest hearts and the best intentions choose this perfume." She looked at Angela again. "It's also the one we believe brings good fortune."

"Why don't you tell people that?" Sara asked. "I'm sure more women would choose to wear it then."

Angela shook her head. "No, the woman must choose it herself. That's what makes it so special." She patted Sara's shoulder. "I'm pleased this time it was you."

Sara felt proud.

"Guess we won't need this!" Rita said. She displayed a tanning spray can.

Sara laughed. "Nope. I've been sun-kissed by the Miami sun."

"All right. Shoes and costume time," Angela said. She helped Sara out of her chair.

"First shoes," Rita said. She showed Sara several different pairs of high heels by fantastically expensive designers.

"Wow. The pretty black ones I guess," Sara said. As the women helped her pull on the lingerie-inspired tights, Sara daintily put her feet into the high heels. She wanted to faint from happiness. The only people she knew who could afford to wear shoes this nice were her mother, Ella's mother, and Ella.

Angela sorted through another bag. "Bra." She helped Sara fasten the black bra. It squeezed everything towards the center of Sara's chest, giving her a dramatic cleavage.

"Um, I'm glad my mother isn't here to see this," Sara giggled.

The attendants then lifted her costume from a zipped up bag that hung on a hanger.

"We had hoped you were planning to wear something a bit more glamorous tonight," Angela said. "But you're young. So fear not. We got you a costume that no one will ever forget. It was flown in custom from Hollywood today."

Sara's eyes bulged. "Wait, what? I assumed you would be able to find the costume at a nearby costume shop. There have to be a hundred different places here in Miami."

Angela shook her head. "Mr. Prince wants only the best for his guests. This costume was the original worn by an actress from the Halloween film. It's the best."

Sara gulped when she saw the costume. It was truly perfect. It didn't look like the cheaper, fake materials typically found at the mom-and-pop costume shops.

The women had Sara face away from the mirror as she pulled on the costume.

They quickly adjusted the fabric, tightening it in certain places so it fit snugly to Sara's hips.

"Now, for the final touch," Rita said.

The women carted out a jewelry box that had been locked away in a safe.

"Gold for sure," Rita said to Angela as the women held up different pieces of jewelry to Sara's ears.

They looped large gold hoop earrings that had tiny diamonds in them through each of Sara's ears.

Angela added several diamond and gold bangles to Sara's wrists, along with a few blinking sapphire rings.

The final piece of jewelry was a gold necklace with a bright red emerald in the center.

"Okay, you can turn around," Angela said.

The two women stepped away from Sara, their faces glowing.

Sara spun around slowly to face the mirror.

"I look...I look..." Sara felt her eyes glisten with tears of happiness.

"No crying!" Rita hollered. "You'll ruin the make up."

Sara started to laugh. "You both did an amazing job. I can't believe this is me!"

"We're the best," Angela said, smiling at Sara's reflection.

"Yes we are," Rita replied. "Now get on out there and have a great time."