Sofia

“Your lips look a little— off” Maria murmurs, gazing at my lips just as I buckle myself.

I flush, “I don't think so— maybe my lipstick faded because of food.” I giggle nervously under her scrutinizing gaze.

She seems to buy it. Relief washes over me as she turns her attention back to her phone.

I steal a glance at Carlos who smirks through the mirror but gets smacked by Belle.

I almost laughed.

“It's my turn. Move over” Belle says, standing at the door with her ...