#Chapter9
I never imagined that vintage style looks good on me. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror as I turned around. Two hours before the party starts and I am here in Cristel's room getting ready. Cristel starts to put some light make-up on my face.
/"This red lipstick will surely suit your dress,/" she said then put a color on my lips. This is a vintage make-up for me, and it feels so heavy and uncomfortable.
/"Can I take it off?/" I shyly asked Cristel because obviously, she put a lot of effort into my make-up.
/"Why? You don't like the look I made for you?/" Her face became sad.
/"No, I-I just don't feel comfortable. It feels so weird wearing make-up./" I lied. Honestly, the lipstick is burning my lips and it smells really weird. What company produced this lipstick?
/"Okay, but just the lipstick. The glittered-eyeshadow really looks good on you./" She smiled. She gave me a cloth to wipe my swollen lips. It hurts.