My face is inches away from the mirror, focusing in on my right eye. I can only assume my expression is a picture of concentration. I press the tip of the eyeliner against my lid and drag it to form a gentle curve. Just as I begin to move it up to draw a perfect wing, I’m startled by a sudden knock on the door. The eyeliner slips from its intended course, leaving a black line across my temple.
“Are you almost done in there?” Luc asked through the door. His tone does little to mask his impatience.
I rolled my eyes before reaching for the make up wipes. I raised my voice to be heard through the door. “I won’t be done any time soon if you keep interrupting me!”
“Alright. I’ll be waiting for you in the dining room.”
After attending boarding school for many years, I had grown somewhat accus
