Eliza Haque is just another ordinary girl. She has a loving family, and even more loving friends. Recently having just graduated out of Imperial with her Criminal Psychology degree, she finds herself unemployed. What could be more frustrating than n...
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I don't know why, but I felt anxious. My gut was telling me not to go. Maybe I feel scared... nervous? Aleem was going to be there. Do I really have a crush on him? I barely know him though, Wahid was only trying to wind me up. So then why do I feel so uneased?
I shake my head, as if it would get rid of these thoughts.
I am sat in our hideout, accompanied by Sarah. We were both going to the masquerade. I couldn't bare the thought of being alone there, so I decided to force Walid and Sarah to come with me.
"Can you look up now," the lady doing my makeup asked. I tilted my head and she continues my intense eye makeup. Smokey eyes with a double liner. I felt like I was being too dolled up; like a bride. The beautician skilfully painted my eyelids, and added delicate swirls, in various shades of blue, around the side of my face to tone down the fact that I looked as if I could kill someone with my eyes. She then bronzed and blushed up my cheeks, making me look a little more innocent after applying a nude coloured lipstick. The beautician also worked on my hair, adding in extensions and styling it into big loose curls. Once done, I get up from my seat and place the mask on which I had brought last night after handing over the evidence to my support team.
"MashaAllah," Sarah gasps, looking at me from head to toe. I am wearing a long dress, sleeveless, high necked and the skirt is elegant; slightly hangs on my waist and slowly falls into folds below my knees. The dress is white all over, with hues of a pale blue, which shimmer when it catches the light.
I smile at her, before muttering a thanks. The party was tonight and I wasn't ready for it; physically maybe but internally no. I usher Sarah to sit in the seat I was just in, and the beautician starts working on her face almost immediately. Sarah is going to be the yang to my yin; The Black Swan. Where as I were her opposite. She gets a much lighter eye makeup done than mine, making her look graceful. Her blush is more bronzed and glowing than mine, and her lips are being stained with a dark red lipstick. Sarah then starts to work on her hijab, folding it neatly in places to create a little volume. She places her black feathered mask, which matches her black full sleeved dress modestly covering all her curves.
"Stunning," I praise her, although this meant we would have to leave soon, and my insides felt like they would come out through my mouth any second. I am definitely nervous.
Walid walks into the room with a scowl on his face - Sam and Leanna hot on his heels. He notices me and his frown deepens, before I take a step towards him revealing Sarah behind me. His face automatically softens as his gaze moves over to her. I hear him gasp, and mutter something before the scowl returning on his face. This guy is a goner, Sarah technically has him wrapped around her finger. How is she so oblivious? Maybe I should drop some hints to Maa.
"Why are you still angry, moody pants? With that attitude you'll make the murderer piss his own pants at the party," I joke, trying to make him crack a smile. He just hisses at me. Honestly, what is his problem? I roll my eyes.
