My eyes are glued at my reflection on the mirror of my pressed powder. I trace the dark circles around my lower eyelids with my index finger then smother and hide them with my liquid foundation which I barely use. After putting a tiny blush on my cheeks and a tint on my lips, I’m done and ready. Wait, am I really ready for what’s to come later? I sigh at the thought of my interview with Chaz. What’s running through his head? He knows I hate publicity. But I have to surf on his waves to find out what he’s up to. Brushing off these thoughts, I angle my face to different directions to appreciate my much better appearance on the mirror then I put all my stuffs inside my bag before heading towards the cabinet. I smirk the moment I open its door, realizing that I’m not in my own house and theref
