Different Type of Love

30

Elodie

December 22, 1945

I feel my eyes twitch. I'm not usually a jealous person but this annoyed me. Watching Cecilia and this woman she told me she had despised inched away from each other's face. I don't think it's the fact they're that close, I really think it's the fact she has lied to be about hating her. 

That's when I see Cecilia kiss her. I clench my fist. I manage to smile and simply shake my head with my eyes closed.

No matter how badly I want to ignore this, think nothing of it. I can't.

Words just slips out. Luckily it was french.

"Elle sera ma mort." (She will be the death of me.) I utter to myself. 

"Disculpe?" (Excuse me?) She laughs. Dammit. "Me? How so?" She asks, sitting on the counter now. 

"Cecilia Estrella Romero."  The other nurse growled. I chuckle at the use of her middle name but I found myself in the middle of rolling my eyes.

She grabs her arms and pulls her from the counter. Taking ahold of her face, she moves it to the right. She studies her skin, intensely. And rather closely.

"What am I going to do with you." She asks with a sigh, pulling out more coconut oil. 

"What?" Cecilia ask. 

"These... hickeys." She mouths the last part. I'm guessing not to call her out in front of me. Little does she know I left them there. "And the lipstick around them!" 

"I can get it off if you'd like." I offer, looking through the mirror.

"I'm afraid she's end up leaving with that more than she came in with." She joked. Cecilia laughs.

I feel my breath hitch. So she does know? That damn...

"Cecilia, look at me." She mumbles, turning her head back.

"I don't see a problem in leaving with more." Cecilia shrugged, walking to me, deeply looking into my eyes.

She gets pulled right back. And with a groan from Cecilia, the other nurse begins removing the lipstick.

A second later of silence, the door flies open. Their heads turn but I'm not worried about who it is but then again I can't be bothered to worry. What I am worried about is finding my lipstick which is somewhere in my bag. 

Thats when the lady walks up to me and places her hand on my mid back.

"Almost done in here?" The easily recognizable voice asks. Before I look back up in the mirror, I answer.

"Hello Vera." I laugh.  Vera laughed too, grabbing my hands and turning me around.

"Alright, there you go." I hear the nurse announce. I glance over and see her scarf around Cecilia's neck.

"Actually she needs yellow over-" Cecilia turns around. "That." Vera hissed. With a raised eyebrow she regains her focus on herself. 

"You're right but I'm afraid I don't have that with me. And, we've got to go back to the party." The nurse smiled, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the restroom.

"Seems like she's moved on quick." Vera scoffs, turning to me.

"Not exactly."

"Excuse me?"

"That wasn't her." I shrug.

"So it was... you?!" Vera yelps, frowning with her brows.

"Yes, darling."