ANDREA’S POV
The bathroom mirror was fogged up from my shower, which was a blessing because looking at myself right now wasn't entirely appealing. Wiping a circle in the glass with the palm of my hand revealed a pale reflection, since the stress of the last forty-eight hours had settled into the hollows under my eyes to leave dark circles that no amount of expensive concealer could fully hide.
Reaching into my makeup bag, my fingers found a tube of cheap drugstore red lipstick called "Cherry Bomb," the exact kind that stains lips for days. Needing it for the club later meant wearing it now was out of the question, because Maxwell would undoubtedly ask why bright red lipstick was necessary for a library study group.
Shoving the lipstick deep into the bottom of my oversized canvas tote ba
