After probably a few minutes of talking to the woman, she excused herself and asked to use the bathroom to fix herself. She grabbed her bag from the sofa where she dropped it earlier and proceeded upstairs, where Angela pointed her to go.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she was surprised she still recognized herself. But it was not what she had expected to see. It was worse.
Her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying all day and night. She would know since she had done it before, many times due to her father. Her tears-stained cheeks looked like she performed in the cartoon show called the Joker.
She still had not described her nose. It will shame Rudolf next Christmas. Maybe Santa would let her light the sleigh by then. Overall, her mascara was all over the place, and her lipstick smudged outside her lips.
