Arwen stood in front of the mirror and sighed. Her fingers reached to brush the fresh red mark on her neck gently. "Why did you have to do this? Do you think it's easy to hide it?" Her eyes were fixed on the man through the mirror, slightly squinted in scrutiny.
Aiden was scrolling through his emails. When he heard, he simply gazed up, his eyes trailing over the line of products kept arranged on the dresser.
"Don't look at my makeup," she warned, turning around to face him more directly. "You can't expect me to put on makeup at home. Not only is it tiring, it won't let me stay comfortable at home."
He watched her before setting his phone aside and getting up, his hands tucked comfortably in the pockets of his trousers. "Who said I expect you to put on make-up? You are beautiful even without it," he said, walking towards her.
