"Even the deaf and the blind knows... The reason he wants you accompanying him has nothing to do with business" Sarah informed as she dabbed the brush on my cheek and I shot her a look from the mirror.
"How do you always assume the worst?"
"To be on the safe side" she shrugged in reply and I rolled my eyes.
It was the night of the Sterling Convention and I was dolling myself up all with the help of my trusted friend. Sarah. Her help came with a load of smack talk and assumption, or should I even call it, hysteria.
"Lips" she called and I pressed my lips together and she applied the nude coloured gloss. "There!" She announced, taking a step back and I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
It was simple and elegant at the same time. As they say, less is more. My hair was in an updo
