You like my kiss?

ROSALINA

(Presently 23 years old)

After applying the last coat of mascara over my long brown lashes, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. I had an ick for imperfections when it came to my appearance. I slightly adjusted my black miniskirt to reveal my midsection, which was accentuated by a pink, off-shoulder crop top. I ran a brush through my hair again, as I noticed it was slightly disheveled.

I grabbed my bag and headed toward the front door. However, I paused midway when I saw my grumpy old man reading the newspaper on the living room sofa.

Shit.

I tried to be as silent as a cat walking on a carpet, but he spotted me from his gold-rimmed glasses that occasionally slid down from his long nose. His scowl was sharp enough to cut through steel and made it clear that he didn't appreciate my outfit.

Ignoring his disapproving scowl, I made my way to the front door, but his firm command stopped me. "Stop right there, young lady!"

I turned around with a smile.