This is a story of how your friends can hurt you in many different ways---may it be by breaking your trust, your promises, your expectations, or maybe even your heart.
Summary:
It has always been Lisa and Jennie ever since they were young. They were...
Winter formal, the day I've been waiting for ever since I've been asked out by my long-time crush has finally arrived!
I wanted to leave my date breathless when he sees me so I demanded for my best friend to help me make a long-lasting impression. Both of us had holed ourselves up in my room for almost five hours now, delicately fixing each other's dress and make up to make ourselves look flawless and impeccable.
"It's done!" My finally friend exclaimed after more than half an hour of subjecting me to her skillful hands, making me sigh in relief.
Slowly I opened my eyes, and just stared at the myself in the mirror, as if finally seeing myself for the first time. My makeup looks light and effortless, but in reality it was done with so much detail and complexity to make it look as such and I was left speechless by the results!
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I have to give it to Lisa, she's a real pro at this. She knows exactly just what shade or color to apply to compliment my facial features and profile.
"You look...enchanting...even with little make up on." She remarked softly, barely a whisper, and when glanced at her in the mirror, all I could see reflected in her sparkling brown orbs is pure adoration. She didn't hold back any of it, openly admiring her masterwork---me.
Feeling flattered at her compliment, I gave her a demured smile and made sure to acknowledge her it, "All thanks to you."
Immediately, she returned my smile and we ended up gazing at each other adoringly in the mirror. I studied her face, her eyes, her lips, and I couldn't help but admire just how damned attractive of a girl she is. I also didn't fail to notice the difference in the aura that we exude---where my make up was light and scant, hers was more intricate and heavily done. Her eyes were dark and smoky, and her pouty luscious lips were accentuated by her signature red lipstick, making her look even more sexy if I had to admit. She is the epitome of cool and confidence while I am the epitome of sweetness and innocence. She is my Yin and I am her Yang, or was it the other way around?
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