Melanie looked at herself one last time in the mirror and sighed. How on earth was she supposed to convince anyone she had been sick when her face was glowing like this? Her face was too flushed and her eyes too bright, thanks to Adam! No one would believe a word of it.
Grabbing a small makeup brush, she carefully touched up her face, softening the healthy glow with duller shades, adding the faintest shadows under her eyes. Anything to make her look pale and worn out instead of well-rested or rather well fuc*ed. When she was finally satisfied, she stepped away from the mirror and went to sit on the couch, her hands resting in her lap as she waited for the man who had already left the hospital, according to her sources.
Cadence Sint.
