Leyla’s POV
Sitting on a kitchen counter drinking coffee. Linda walks up to me, already in pajamas, holding her tablet and scrolling through it. “Should I cancel some of your morning meetings?”
“No, I will be fine by tomorrow. I just need enough sleep today. I am planning to go to bed early, no more coffee. I will go wash this makeup off and then prepare for bed.”
Saying that reminds me of what happened today after we landed, before we got out of the jet, Linda pushed me into the bathroom to take a clear look at my face in the mirror before we got out.
My eyelids had dropped from the view in front of me.
I have hidden my true face using heavy transformational makeup since our breakup with Greg and yesterday, unfortunately, my mascara ran out and I had to pick through my old makeup kit
