A day of triumph

Abby stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes scanning every inch of her reflection with meticulous precision. The vanity lights cast a soft, flattering glow, but it was her red lipstick that stole the spotlight. She twisted the tube slowly, watching as the vibrant color emerged, a stark contrast to her pale complexion. With steady hands, she began to apply it, her lips parting slightly as she traced the perfect crimson line around their edges. Her lips pulled up into a sinister smile, a look that transformed her entire face.

"Perfect," she whispered, her voice a low purr. This was no ordinary day. Today was her uncle's funeral—a day of reckoning, a day of vindication. She had finally avenged her parents' deaths with the help of her beloved husband, Remo.