*Olivia*

I hummed one of the songs I had heard on the radio, the catchy tune playing in repeat in my head as I gently stared into the vanity. The mascara brush swept across my eyelashes in one smooth move and I smiled happily.

I was more than content with my makeup this morning. I knew Dahlia would buy me a whole new set of products if I didn’t show up at least attempting to be presentable. I wasn’t in for another five-hour lecture on why best practices in ...