Chapter 6
Rosemary stared at herself in the mirror, wondering if she should go for another coating of concealer under her eyes, or whether she should advertise to the whole world just how crappy her sleep had been the night before. The concealer — along with the rest of the cosmetics she’d used that morning — had magically appeared in the bathroom drawer overnight. Everything was still in its packaging, and just the right combination of colors to suit her fair skin. That might have seemed a little creepy, except that Mrs. Lockwood’s coloring wasn’t so different from her own, and Rosemary had a feeling that either Caleb or his father had pilfered it from her stash. Since she was used to wearing drugstore makeup and not the Lancôme and Chanel that had been provided for her, she wasn’t going
