Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!
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Her makeup was light: soft brown on her eyelids, a nude shade on her lips, making them look warm and alive.
“Earth Elemental,” she murmured at her reflection. “I hope I don’t look like a dried branch among all those expensive flowers.”
The young art-school student acting as her amateur makeup artist giggled.
“No, Kak. You look like the elegant version of spring just waking up.”
Hazel laughed softly, though something inside her thudded—not just nerves about the gala, but something deeper, more elusive. Why am I trying this hard to look perfect? Is it for myself, the company, or… don’t tell me… to get Diego’s attention?