IT WAS FRIDAY night, which meant tonight was the American Cancer Society fundraiser. Aniexty had been building up inside her since she woke up this morning. She was going to wear a dress from Armani. The dress needed to look like an accessory to her not her an accesory to it. Therefore she went to her bestfriend for his assistance.
Phoenix sat in front of the black vanity with an oval-shaped mirror set in Jose's bedroom. He gripped her chin and turned her head side to side then tilted it upwards, examining. "A dark brown smokey eye shadow, subtly highlighted with gold." He asserted with unfaltering certainty.
"Whatever that means sounds good to me." Phoenix agreed, trying to sound slightly enthusiastic, but failed miserably. She sounded more sarcastic than she intended it to be.
Jose sighed, "There's nothing to worry about mi amor. I've been doing make-up since I was potty-trained." He assured her.
"I have no doubt about your abilities. I just don't want to look like or feel like someone I'm not. I'm not Miss Universe." She stared at herself in the mirror. She didn't feel any inclination to wear make-up. Yeah, there were small pimples that were apparent near her hairline because of the Argan and Moroccan oil she used in her hair. And she had shadows under her eyes from sleep deprivation. Both could easily be concealed with liquid foundation. She never cared enough to hide her flaws.
"I'm not gonna turn you into Bianca Del Rio ok. I'm just gonna enhance your already gorgeous features. So relax baby girl." He cooed, brushing her curls out of her face.
Phoenix played Bryson Tiller off of Youtube on his television. He spun her around so the chair faced him instead of the mirror. "Close your eyes." He instructed.
Once she fluttered her eyes shut he began to gingerly stroke her eyes with the sponge-tipped eyeshadow applicator. It was not painful yet was an unfamilar and uncomfortable sensation, like he was giving her eyeball a massage. After he finished applying nude eyeshadow onto her other eyelid she opened her eyes.
"Are we done yet?" Impatience evident in her tone.
He laughed, "No not yet. If it helps think about Malik's deep velvety voice." He teased.
She sneezed into the crook of her elbow. "Great now I want red velvet cake." Phoenix groaned.
Jose applied the dark brown eye shadow around the crease of her eye. Then put a small amount of gold eyeshadow near her cornea. "Done." He said in accomplishment.
"Lemme see." She eagerly demanded, sitting up straight.
He waved his finger back and forth. "No I'm only done with the eyeshadow. You still need eyeliner, highlighter then lipstick then you can see the final results."
She slumped back into the chair and pursed out her lower lip in a pout. "Why must I wear so much make-up?" She indignantly asked.
"Because I said so." He smirked.
"How arbitrary" she grumbled.
Jose deftly held something that looked like a marker with the word Maybelline scrawled across it. She knew that it was liquid eyeliner. Even though she never wore make-up out of sheer indolence, she recognized most of the products and their functions.
"Close your eyes."
Obediently she did. As soon as the tip of the pen touched her eyelid she tensed at the wetness of it. Within a matter of seconds he quickly and skillfully as if he'd done it a thousand times, steadily glided the gel upwards against her right eyelid with ease. Then did the same with the left eye.
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