Isabella took in a sharp breath looking at the mirror in front of her. For someone like her she wasn't the one to be scared by threats but her tipsy head and chronic anxiety of being stuck with Harold whom she didn't trust anymore to stoop to God knows what level just to humiliate her made her sit all dressed up in the green room, in front of illuminated vanity mirror. She looked at the heavy makeup plastered over her face but luckily it was subtle just heavy under the eyes to hide her bags.
A light shade of pink was applied over her lips that shinned through light. Her ear lobes were decorated with long feathered pink and purple ornaments. Her hair kept the same straightened from earlier.
She tried getting up but gasped as she fell down again and things around her seemed distorted.
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