Jack Frost's Bride
The room was all white birch bark, its walls lined with sabers and long swords, whips, and arrows and shields, the narrow bed made constrictingly tight as if Liliya was in an American military bunker – but on the tables were fashion magazines and in the expansive walk in closet were designer outfits so beautiful Anya only dreamed of being pretty enough to wear them one day – and the vanity, oh the vanity?
Plum and pearly pink lipsticks in silver tubes, creamy rogue of bright apples and metallic eyeshadows of gold and emerald, kabuki brushes and kohl eyeliner and sell-your-firstborn-for metal-encased mascaras. They were neatly organized behind flower-carved ivory brushes and combs, and ampo
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