*Olivia*
I hummed one of the songs I had heard on the radio, the catchy tune playing in repeat in my head as I gently stared into the vanity. The mascara brush swept across my eyelashes in one smooth move and I smiled happily.
I was more than content with my makeup this morning. I knew Dahlia would buy me a whole new set of products if I didn't show up at least attempting to be presentable. I wasn't in for another five-hour lecture on why best practices in popular beauty techniques were important for everyone to follow.
I swear that girl should've been a beautician or something.
I nodded at my complete outfit in the mirror and grabbed my phone, shoving it into the hidden pocket in my skirt. The best kind of skirt was one that had pockets, and I was very thankful for owning a few. Re
