A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
Chapter 34:The Elevator And The Porcelain Doll, Act: II
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Iris 🖤
Meanwhile, Iris had finished her makeup, which she somehow did on autopilot and it coincidentally looked similar to her lover's. Her lips were a deep red with the corners elongated in a perfectly thin line, touching her soft cheekbones. Her eyes were painted with a stunning turquoise color and in a sort of cat eye shape around her eyes. She also made her face look much more pale than usual with some theatrical looking rouge on her cheeks, the same cheeks that Arthur had kissed only hours ago, with sensationally, dealy lips.
When she took a good look at herself in the mirror she realized that she had painted her melancholy face almost the same way as her lover's more frightening half. Looking at her face painted in such a way made her miss him even more. She almost wanted to wipe all of her makeup off, as if it would erase her memories of him.
Three days is all it had been, but it still felt like years...
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Iris put her things away, trying not to cry and dashed out the door to get another drink. She needed a fucking drink and perhaps, several more to numb her internal wounds. Once she got to the bar she noticed it had gotten much more crowded and she almost felt she was going to shatter to a million jagged pieces when she saw that most of the patrons were wearing clown masks and Joker-like, makeup.
She wished they would all disappear and Arthur would walk through those doors and look at her with those piercing, green eyes. Even just a look would make her heart spring to life...
Iris noticed several imposter clowns glare at her with thirsty eyes and it just made her feel homicidal. She hated the majority of men and absolutely hated feeling like she had to be on guard for some sick fuck to bother her, or worse. She made a beeline to the bar and sat in an empty seat as far away from the men as possible.
The woman behind the bar was beautiful and Iris knew her from other times she's been there and her name is, Corinne. She smiled at her kindly as she shook up someone a martini gracefully and said, "Hi beautiful, what would you like tonight?"
