Elena
I sat still as the makeup artist made some finishing touches to my face.
The brush tickled slightly as she ran it around my neck.
She stepped aside, a full mirror was brought to me, and I looked at myself.
Dare I say, I looked beautiful. More beautiful than on my wedding day. The Don really wanted to show me off as a prized possession. Something won, a medal. I did look as polished as one.
‘But this beautiful face is just a mask’, I thought to myself.
‘To hide all the ugliness’. My gut twisted, but I pushed back the hideous thoughts.
I pasted a wide smile on my face as I picked up my purse, ready to leave.
The dress I decided to wear was a golden gown that flowed all the way to my feet and glimmered in the light.
I must have either looked out of this world or just ugly, beca
