Shemika

"Have a seat." The woman muttered as she gestured towards the chair that was opposite the dressing mirror.

I didn't hesitate before sitting down. The dressing table opposite me was filled with different kinds of brushes, lipsticks, curling irons, face paints, and other multiple makeup items.

The silent chatter of other dressers filled the air, blurring away the background music playing from the TV.

I glanced at Dom through the mirror and I saw him seated just close to the entrance ...