“Who are you and what are you doing here?” I bark.
She jumps with a yelp, closes the fridge, and turns to face me. My eyes flare in shock.
“Good morning,” Ravenna mumbles.
I can’t stop staring. If I saw her walking down the street, I probably wouldn’t have recognized her. Ravenna is a hundred times more beautiful without makeup. She looks like a f*****g angel who descended from heaven, and I find it impossible to take my eyes off her. She is also much younger than I thought.
“Um . . .” She tilts her head to the side and picks up one black strand between her fingers, twirling it. “Are you okay?”
No, I am not okay.
Although I’ve never been attracted to women who wear a lot of makeup, I’ve been mesmerized by Ravenna, even when she wears lavish clothes and has a ton of crap smeared
