Backing
Claire saw the strange smile on her face and felt a wave of heartache. Her tone softened, “Everything’s ready.”
Amanda had always trusted Claire when it came to getting things done. “Claire, I’ll go take my makeup off first.”
Claire smiled. “Alright! I’ll go get things ready for you.”
Amanda nodded and turned toward the lounge at the back.
This entire floor belonged to her. The boutique and lounge were connected by a private corridor, accessible only to Claire and Cindy.
Looking at her reflection—her Samantha makeup—she was stunning, absolutely breathtaking. But all she could do was let out a bitter smile.
She slowly removed her makeup with remover, layer by layer. Fifteen minutes later, she had changed back into the clothes she’d worn when she first arrived.
Claire walked
