Clasping my hand, Elizabeth dragged me back into Rachel’s bathroom, where she took out an entire array of styling products from a drawer while I gaped at my reflection in the mirror. I have never, ever looked this way before, not even when my mom invited a professional makeup artist to get me ready for my high school prom. The girl in the mirror was beyond pretty; her skin was smooth and glowing, her cheekbones delicately contoured, and her soft, plump lips the color of a dusky rose. Everything about the makeup was subtle and dewy. It didn’t look like I was wearing makeup at all. “Wow.” I lifted my hand to touch my face. “This is so...” Elizabeth slapped my hand away. “Don’t touch your face when you have makeup on. You’ll mess it up. The oil and dirt on our fingers can clog your pores, causing them to look larger over time.” “Right, okay.” I agreed. “You do apply makeup, don’t you?” She asked. “It’s been a while,” I confessed. Chastened, I kept my hands at my sides as she wen
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