EMILY
"Okay, you're looking absolutely fire and I officially hate you now." Maddie remarks, her seductive winged eyes narrowing as she scrutinizes my heavily makeup from an uncomfortably close distance. Her breath carries a faint scent of orange juice or something, which weirdly makes me thirsty. Mom probably served it as a refreshment along with some snacks for her and Curt when they arrived an hour ago while I was catching some Z's.
Maddie just finished applying dark eyeliner on my lower lids, giving my eyes a sultry edge. I'm not usually one to paint my face like a lot of girls these days who won't step out without a full face of makeup, but when I do, it boosts my self-confidence because of all the admiring glances I get. At the same time, it also makes me feel a bit uneasy. I don't
