Inside Kiara's residence, in her bedroom, on her bed lay Beamer Frost, half-naked from the waist up. In front of her, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Kiara, now fully dressed, busy fixing her hair and putting on her makeup.
Beam checked her phone. It was 1 a.m. in the morning on Saturday.
She watched as Kiara focused on her lipstick. She was precise and careful when it came to her makeup. Kiara would rather be naked, but makeup was a must. But it was midnight; she wasn't supposed to be wearing makeup unless...
"Are you going out?" Beam asked.
"Why are you still here? We are done, so you should leave," Kiara said, not even looking at the girl behind her.
"Just a few minutes, okay? I have been helping Princess with the baby shower arrangements, and today I have to pick up the piñata and insert the butterflies."
"Whatever," Kiara said. She was done with her makeup. Then she stood up, grabbed Beam's clothes from the ground, and tossed them to Beam, who caught them immediately.
