Seated before an oval-shaped mirror was Harlow. She stared at her reflection as her slender fingers picked a brush from the set of many brushes. Harlow touched it on the natural shade powder before applying it gently on her cheek.
Placing the brush back, she leaned closer, her lips curving into a faint smile. Her hair, brushed and styled into a perfect bun, was a small triumph for the morning. She opened the drawer, revealing a collection of glittering accessories. Her fingers hovered in midair as she considered her options. She had three places to go to today.
First, she would visit the hospital with Alanis, fulfilling her reluctant role as the ever-dutiful wife. His injury, despite its stubborn refusal to heal, had become an excuse for him to draw her closer.