“Oh my, you look so stunning Margaret!”
I blinked my eyes open and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My high cheek bones became more evident with the help of blush and contour. She colored my lips with a nude pink which went well with the natural brown eyeshadow on my lashes.
Athena, my former make-up artist, did a wonderful job at hiding my eyebags. My parents did not hire her for me—it was Ly and she said it’s her gift for me. And I’m glad she did ‘cause my skills in make-up is very limited.
“I love it, Athena!” I beamed at her.
“Oh, dear,” she said softly and brushed my hair. “You used to be so little but now you’re already a woman.” It’s true. Athena has witnessed how I grew up because she’s been the on
