MERRIELYNN.
With the lights reflecting on my face, I sat absentmindedly in front of the vanity while Emorie sat in front of me, dabbing a small amount of concealer on my eyes.
I winced slightly as her finger brushed against my cheekbones, and I caught the grimace on her face before she muttered a quiet “sorry."
“All done,” she said, stepping back to let me admire her work. I leaned closer to the mirror, letting my fingers graze my face.
I was grateful that she had managed to hide the purple bruises under my eye. I thought it was healing, but it seemed like it was going to take forever. I mean, it’d been more than twelve hours yet the bruise remained stubbornly visible.
I could feel Emorie watching me. I looked at her through the mirror and I could see the worry in her gaze. She had
