A soft, feathery stroke dragged across her cheek.

At first, it felt like a dream, light, strangely soothing. Then another brush swept over her lips, a touch one that felt too real.

Her body jolted. Her eyes flew open.

Bright light pierced into her vision, making her squint her eyes.

Her gaze adjusted to see the silhouettes hovering around her.

Three women, dressed in black, each holding makeup brushes and palettes. Their faces were blank, professional, unfazed by her sudden ...