“I don’t think this is a good idea at all. I don’t feel comfortable, Riko.” Alyia complained when Riko finished the makeup and hair. Alyia wore the new dress they bought earlier today while on a shopping spree.
“You are supposed to look hot. Who cares about comfort?” Riko scolded her teasingly while making her face the mirror, so she could look at herself. Alyia stood in front of her wall mirror, looking at the person who stared back with the same surprised and confused expression which ALyia had, but she couldn’t recognize the person in there.
Riko combed Alyia’s hair up into a complicated bun, leaving a small strand freely falling down on Alyia’s shoulder while outlining her jaw line. Those two eyes watching her carefully didn’t belong to her either. Mascara opened her eyes while shad
