Thalina's eyes darted around the room, her pulse hammering in her ears. Think, think! Her gaze landed on the makeup box lying haphazardly on the floor beside her bed.
Perfect. She lunged for it, clutching it like a lifeline. If it's him, there's no way he's seeing me like this! I refuse to look even remotely presentable.
Fingers trembling, she flipped open the box, the contents clattering. "Hideous, I need hideous!" she muttered under her breath, frantically sifting through the powders and creams.
She grabbed a murky green foundation, slathering it on her face like war paint.
Her eyes narrowed as she applied smudges of dark brown under her eyes, completing the masterpiece with uneven, blotchy patches of blush that made her look like an alien clown.
"There," she whispered, examining herself in the mirror. "Utterly horrifying. No one will want to talk to me like this."
