CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
AUTHOR'S POV
Mary applied light makeup on her face, hoping it would help her find a favor where her words couldn't. She had prepared her red velvet gown with matching red court shoes for the persuading occasion because she needed to look as professional as she could to win the case at hand, which had waited long enough for her attention.
"Mummy! I'm ready" Michael sang out, startling Mary into the wrong make-up application. The black eyeliner design she had measured perfectly on her face had extended its long hands away from its normal end spot.
"Wait for me! I'll be down in a minute" she yelled back, erasing the mistake quickly and abandoning the eyeliner. She looked better without it anyway. Her small eyes didn't need any line to make them beautiful; it was only that she wished to have a catty look that she had earlier intended to use as a weapon to command respect among men.
