As she stepped into the room, she made a beeline to her dressing table, picking up the brand new bush that looked like something her black curls were definitely going to love, given how smooth and blunt it was. A complete contrast to the one she managed at home.
Making a mental note to take it home, she brushed her hair, tips first, working her way up.
When she was done, she parked half of it up, leaving some bangs to frame her face. Satisfied with her work, her eyes scanned the make up accessories that sat on the table, as she contemplated putting on any make up.
Just as she stretched her arm to pick a brush, she sheard him knock on the door, calling her name softly. She withdrew her hand, settling on some powder, mascara and lipgloss.
Pouting at the mirror and checking outfit for the last time, she smiled, proud of how well she was able to put it all together.
He knocked again, a little harder this time, causing her to jerk a bit.
