𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝟮𝟭𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹.
"And here we are again. Today beetle, basketball or monopoly?"
"Sam... I have other plans for today actually." Elisa said to me with a look to say too clever as she pulled out... her box (?) her... tricks.
"What do you think you're doing little girl? Didn't think..."
"TODAY I WANT MAKE UP!"
As I thought.
Pff... but what do you think you are doing?
"This is really beautiful AHAHAHAH! Don't even think about it." I told her crossing my arms over my chest.
She started making me sweet eyes and little lip.
What a...
She knows it's my weak point.
"Oh no no don't even think about it, I won't be convinced by two sweet eyes even if they torture me." I told her turning away to try not to fall under the clutches of the devil.
"LOOK AT THAT CUTE LOOKS A PRINCESS."
Yes, two hours later I found myself with my face smeared with... powders, creams and strange colors.
But how did this happen?
Damnation.
"I can't believe you are doing it seriously ..." I told her, understanding my face with embarrassment.
"Little princess, get that hand off your face or your make-up will smudge all over!"
"Oh really sorry... I didn't want to ruin your magnificent masterpiece!"
"Come on, you are even more beautiful than usual, don't complain!"
My heart skipped a beat.
WHAT?
She thought... I was... handsome!?
My cheeks turned red.
And she widened her eyes after realizing what she had just said.
A silence fell between us, to say the least embarrassing.
"Oh... uh... thanks Elisa... I-I didn't think you thought that, but... thanks... I think you're very pretty too."
Pretty?
PRETTY?!
SERIOUSLY?
She was beautiful, beautiful, magnificent, amazing, wonderful, both inside and out.
And I told her she was just... PRETTY?
But where had I left my head?