My hair was blown out, cut in layers down to my breasts, one side pinned back with a crystal clasp behind my ear, the rest pushed back and wavy falling over my shoulders. My face was flawless, if I didn’t know I was covered in bruises I would have never guessed. My eyes looked bright and alive, a little eyeliner smudged into a wing with my own long lashes coated in mascara made them wide and awake. A subtle contour pulled my face in in all the right places, making me look older, my eyebrows were natural with a little gel holding them in place. My lips were scarlet red, buffed out with some liner, making them look bigger than normal. My cheeks held just a slight red blush, it was subtle but it was there. I looked airbrushed and flawless, I honestly looked beautiful. On my feet I wore strapped black sandals, giving me a boost in hight “I hate to say he was right but damn was he right” Layla says, whistling and winking at me, “He really bloody was right wasn’t he”
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