Got away

Lily stood before the mirror, her reflection wavering in the dimly lit room. She held the crimson lipstick in her hand, hesitating, as if unsure whether to proceed. Tonight was the night she would finally see Cage again after what felt like an eternity. But with the anticipation came a fluttering of nerves, like tiny butterflies trapped in her stomach.

Her eyes traced the contours of her face, scrutinizing every detail. She smoothed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, revealing the delicate curve of her neck. The soft glow of the vanity lights cast a warm halo around her, accentuating the subtle flush of excitement in her cheeks.

With a steady hand, she uncapped the lipstick and carefully traced the outline of her lips. The rich color left a trail of velvety red in its wake, like a promise of passion yet to come.