Shelley folded her arms and her face didn't hide her irritation as she watched Lisa sit down dramatically on the closed toilet lid after Beauty finally convinced her to talk it out.

Her face was a mess—mascara running down her cheeks in chaotic streaks, lipstick smeared like she’d kissed a raccoon, and her hair in a tangled frenzy that screamed “emotionally unstable.”

Beauty knelt in front of her, patting her knee gently with genuine concern for her cousin.

“So ...