It started with lip gloss.
I hadn’t worn the damn thing in weeks. Months, maybe. But there I was, standing in front of the mirror, tilting my head to the left and dabbing a little extra shimmer to the center of my bottom lip like some influencer prepping for a photoshoot. I even sucked my lips in, checking how the gloss caught the light.
God. I blinked rapidly and then muttered to myself, "What the hell am I doing?"
My hands dropped to the base of the mirror as I looked at myself properly—messy curls pinned up into a high puff, brows brushed and shaped, lashes lightly coated in mascara, a hint of blush dusting my cheeks, and… was that perfume I sprayed earlier?
For math class? Really?
I shook my head and groaned out loud. I can not believe I had really done this much for class.
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