Alpha's Regret After I Left
The matching mini skirt hugs the waist and ends in a lightly pleated hem that gives the whole look a fluttery appearance.
"This," I point immediately.
"You have a good eye, Miss." She beams, taking it down. "Just two pieces of this came from the headquarters."
After checking out, I ask, “You do makeovers here?”
“We do!”
By the time I leave the store, I feel like a different person altogether—or like the person I used to be before I came here. The light yet polished makeup makes my pale face appear rosier, and my under-eye bags disappear. My lips gleam with nude lipstick, and my brown hair cascades in gentle waves over my shoulders, framing my face just the way I like it.