UNKNOWN P.O.V
Shayla sat there quietly, in front of the mirror, applying kohl to her eyes. Behind her, the dark-skinned model sighed.
"So, you and Cameron again, huh? You good?"
Shayla didn't answer verbally. But by the quiver in her hands that held the kohl stick up, Caira knew the answer. "Argh!" Shay muttered as the kohl stick slipped from beneath her fingers, yet again, making a dark gash running from under her eyelid. Caira stood up and walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Let me help."
Shayla groaned in frustr
