Rhyker
Thanks, Faine for the makeup tips.
"Hemilia!"
"Shut the fuck up, Rhyker!" I screamed, getting annoyed. I got nothing in response, that will teach him to not fuck off with me.
I looked in the mirror while putting on the earrings and a ring that belongs to my mother, there was a beautiful pearl in the middle, it complimented my skinny bone fingers.
I wore the silver heels and walked downstairs, I glanced at Rhyker who played with a baseball, throwing to the ceiling up. His posture was childish, head down on the ground and legs high up, as if he was waiting for his mother to get ready.
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