The next morning, I hit my alarm to silence it! I slept very badly! I had one nightmare after another. I kept waking up and I feel totally slammed… I have to force myself to get up.
I walk past a mirror and freeze. I see something unusual cross my field of vision. I stand in front of the mirror.
OMG! I’m covered in hives! Big red patches over my entire face with disgusting little pimples in between!
It’s as if I’ve been on that TV show Survivor, and spent a night outdoors being butchered by mosquitoes the size of hummingbirds. What the hell is this! I must be hallucinating!
Suddenly, I get a whiff of cosmetics…. A sweet smell… My eyes turn to Ingrid’s pot of cream. My hives can’t have been caused by this ridiculously expensive cream, can they?! That would be crazy! Unless… she did it o
