Elizabeth
I stand in front of the mirror, carefully dragging the eyeliner pencil along my lash line.
I let out a soft giggle.
Why am I so excited? I quietly ask myself.
My hand trembles slightly, but I steady it.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this—applied my makeup with this much care. Since I applied my make excited to go somewhere, not to cover up my bruises. The soft golden light from the vanity bathes my reflection, making my pale skin glow. I press my lips together to smooth out the crimson lipstick, tilting my head to examine my work.
I look... different. It’s strange, almost foreign, but tonight I feel the need to see myself this way. I don’t know if it’s for Sebastian or for me.
The faint scent of my perfume lingers in the air.
It reminds me of who I used to be before C
