"Can you please hold still, Pippa? You're gonna poke your eye out."
"I wouldn't have to hold still if you didn't keep talking to me while I'm putting on my liner!" Pippa shoots back.
I sigh and lean closer to the mirror, reaching for a lip pencil that's rolling around on the dresser. Our hands bump, and Pippa gives me a frustrated grump.
"See? This is why I never do my makeup with other people in the room," she grumbles.
"You're the one who said we should get ready together!"
"Because I thought it would be fun, not because I wanted you to sabotage my entire face."
I manage to grab the pencil before it falls off the edge and start working on my lips. My hand is steady enough, but my heart's giving me that fluttery feeling again.
I can't believe I'm going on an actual date tonight. W
