Chapter 43: Beau

Beau

"I can do this," was my mantra once more.

The woman reflected at me in the mirror was different. Poised and elegant, I'd even venture to say beautiful in a vain way. She was everything I always knew I could be, and yet, the tremor in my hand belonged to the fear I couldn't bury in the sand.

I can do this.

I can do this.

I can do this.

Picking up the red lipstick that Zoe demanded I use for tonight, I touched up my mouth. Over the last ten minutes I had picked up the habit of biting my lip and licking them excessively. The poor shade of red had turned into nothing more than a stain by that point.

"I can do this." Obsessed, I checked to make sure my lashes were coated with mascara, that there were no smudges beneath my eyes, and that no contour line was visible.

My hair had been given a loose, fishtail braid across the top which then blended at the side of my neck into a messy knot. A few curls had been left undone. It was pretty, left most of my neck and back exposed for Hendrix