RAINE’S POV
Maybe it was good that I got sick. I am always living life on the fast lane. Always busy with work, or with one of my playthings… Rest didn’t come easy, and I hardly welcomed it. To me rest was a thirty minute swim, multiple glasses of wine before bed, and my regular five to six hours of sleep.
In the last 72 hours I have gotten more sleep than I’ve had in months. Looking at myself now as I prepare for a hopefully successful Saturday night, I look rejuvenated. My dark skin looks to be glowing all on its own.
A natural beauty is what I will be tonight.
I put a little highlight underneath my eyes and on my nose. I use my index finger to lightly pat a rich lipstick the color of mocha to my lips. I pop my lips a few times, making sure every area is properly and evenly covered.
“You are one beautiful…” Beautiful? Because you’re beautiful. Ah god, Why am I remembering his words? I close my eyes and inhale, and for some reason, I feel… butterflies?
I am confused.
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