SERAPHINA

CHAPTER 33

Little Mix: No more sad songs👆

~Lowkey is the lone key to success ~
~Mina

SERAPHINA'S POV
I ran the tap, grimacing at my reflection in the mirror. Thanks to this damned Cetaphil face wash, my skin was now the spitting image of blended cherries. The brand was my all-time usual face-care kit, and I have never experienced any allergies with it. So I couldn't wrap my head around how it suddenly turned my skin itchy and red.

"Babe, you t...Woah, what happened to your face?!" Enrique exclaimed, entering the bathroom. I shrugged and pointed to the now binned product. Enrique took it out of the trash and opened the lid, bringing it closer to his nose. He sniffed and cringed, instinctively throwing the bottle back inside the bin.

"What?" I asked. He shook his head, coughing uncontrollably.

"Babe." I gently rubbed his back as he hurled in the sink. Not the best morning sight but, okay. He splashed water on his face and hovered over the sink.

"Are you going to stand there and stare at me all day? or you're gonna tell me what the fuck that was" My patience was running low.

"That shit stenched of rotten egg." He cringed and turned to hurl in the sink again but I grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him back. Not today Puto.

"Not in my sink."

He pouted, but I wasn't going to fall for it.

"Are you sure that's your face wash because the pungent smell said otherwise?" Enrique raised a scrutinising brow.

I removed the bottle with a tissue and poured a reasonable amount of the contents into an empty tin. Unlike the normal milky-white colour, the liquid had turned Reddish-brown, and true to Enrique's words, the smell was acrid. I closed the lid and tossed the bottle back into the trash before washing my hands. Enrique held my face in his hand and angled it to the side, inspecting the blemishes.

"There's got to be some remedy."

"I hope so." I winced as the itchiness intensified.

"Stop with the itching! You're making it worse." He yanked down my furiously working hands and held them in his.

"It's itching." I whimpered.

"I know, but you're not helping anything. Get dressed and come out for breakfast. I'll make a call to my doctor back home. I'm sure he'll come up with something." He affirmed and left.

I groaned at the state of my face and stomped my foot.

This is what you get when you aren't content with your looks. I glared at my subconscious and felt like giving her a sense-inducing punch in the face.

After endless whining and failed attempts at covering up the blemishes with a foundation, I gave up and headed out. We were going boat riding today, hence I decided to go for a white, strapless cropped top, and a matching, flowy maxi skirt with slits on either side.

"Oh my, your face girl." Malu gasped on my entrance into the living room.

"Where's breakfast?" I ignored Malu's question. She wanted to add up to my already ruined mood.

"Why does your face resemble a blown dick?"

"Miskha!" Severina exclaimed, slapping her arm.

"What happened to you, Latina?" Ace taunted.

I groaned and flopped on the seat next to Maya, riled at everyone.

"Your food is inside." I thanked Maya and headed to the kitchen. I was starving, and the stress from my skin didn't help the situation either.