44_jennifer’s spin

Jennifer

I sat in the makeup chair at Vesper Studios, my gaze fixed on my reflection as the stylist dusted peach powder along my cheekbones. The bright ring lights bled into my irises, blurring out the edges of my pupils, making me look almost ethereal. Perfect and immaculate.

Exactly how I needed to look today.

“Miss Sinclair,” the producer said from behind his clipboard, his voice clipped and efficient, “we’ll go live in five minutes. Can we get a final touch ...