IMOGEN'S POV
Maggie stood beside me, her hands trembling slightly as she applied the heavy foundation to my face. The brush moved with precision, but I could sense the hesitation in her touch. The silence between us was thick, weighed down by the unspoken truths that lingered in the air like ghosts. I glanced at the mirror, watching as she worked to cover the bruises, each stroke of makeup a reminder of what had been done to me.
"It'll take a lot to cover these," Maggie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But the heavy makeup… it might draw more attention than you want. The media… they could twist it into something vicious."
