Yours Wickedly, Sierra
All busy getting dressed and chatting casually.
Gosh, this is so ridiculously lame.
Using the long end of my powder brush, I pick up the underwear and throw it into the nearby laundry bag.
Then I sat down, snatched up my primer, and glared at my reflection; my face had turned red.
But they're not going to see me cry.
I began to slab some of the primer across my face. Then I heard Paige laughing, pretending not to notice her approaching my table.
"Hey, can I use this?" Paige asked casually while reaching to grab my glitter bottle. "Thanks."