The deep, dark bags underneath my eyes was an apparent indication that I didn't sleep a wink last night. Just my luck— a bulging pimple on my lower cheek decided to say hi today when I woke up this morning.
"I look disgustingly haggard, Erin," I muttered, meeting her gaze in the full-body mirror in front of me. I sat in Buddha style while Erin was on her knees, brushing and detangling the unruly waves of my hair. She just had finished putting light make-up on my face.
When it came to hairstyling, Erin was the closest to an expert. She had an obsession of watching excessive amount of hair tutorials online, making me her guinea pig when she had an itch to try it on someone. Even though she had her own hair to play on, she'd rather see it on someone else. She had an eye for style and chose
