*Aurora*The mirror was large, well-lit, and edged in a gold frame. I sat on the little embroidered stool and brushed through my hair, getting ready for the evening. Sometimes, I considered cutting it all off. Long blonde waves that I was constantly washing, styling, brushing, or taking care of. It was a chore. My mother had taught me that long hair was some kind of virtue. I didn't know if I agreed. It seemed like a burden. I was tired. I shouldn't have been tired, I had hardly had to lift a finger since getting here, but I was.Using my pinky finger, I added a little concealer under my eyes. Rowan was so effortlessly handsome, I didn't want him to think ill of me for getting worn so quickly. Makeup was the war paint of the modern world. A person could hide, exaggerate, or alter whatever they needed to become whoever they needed. War paint or armor, maybe. It was just as much protection as it was a disguise. Not that I needed a disguise, not yet at least.It wasn't that the t
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