Maya stared unblinkingly at the array of makeup tools on Emma's dressing table, and mused. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen such arrangement, or the last time she had dolled up her face. Well, it seems her new friend was a core fan of the make up industry; she would have called her a fanatic for this, but then she remembered that since the past two days they've been communicating both in school and at work, she hadn't seen a touch of make up on the her face except for the ...