Salvador's Queen
Tim Laurel woke up with scratches on my facei caught him looking at my lipswhen i stepped out into the bright sunlightyour gaze hits the side of my face
It was a moment of indulgence, a fleeting escape from the weight of responsibilities I carried.
As the makeup artist diligently worked, I let my mind wander, envisioning the enchanting evening that awaited us. The scent of cosmetics mingled with the electric atmosphere, sparking a surge of excitement within me. Every brushstroke, every touch of color, was a stroke of self-assurance, enhancing the beauty that lay within.
I felt the artist's deft fingers shaping my eyebrows with precise care. Their touch was gentle yet purposeful, as if sculpting a masterpiece, bringing forth the elegance that lay dormant. I trusted their expertise, confident that they would enhance my natural beauty without o
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