~Nadia
Vanessa was moving helter skelter for a party she wasn't even attending.
She had set out a dress on the bed, then made me sit on the bed as she covered my face in dozens of makeup. I had been sitting there for hours; the night already felt terrible before it even began.
She had taken care of my brows and cheeks. Now she was just giving my lips and entire face a finishing touch.
She glanced at my face, then went to the drawer. I breathed, thinking she was finally done. But no. She only returned with a fresh lip stick and gloss.
My brows almost touched, “Vanessa, I feel heavy with this already,”
“Shh, you're not going to tell me what to do tonight,”
“B- b…” before I could say anything, she started swiping the lip gloss on my lips.
Then she dusted my face with a bit of powder a
