Share

Passive-aggressive

ROSALINA'S POV

As I sat in front of my vanity mirror, I could feel the soft touch of the makeup brushes against my face. The heavenly scent of my favorite rose-scented foundation filled the air around me, mingling with the faint aroma of the lavender-scented candles that adorned my room. I took a deep breath, attempting to ease my troubled mind before breaking the news to my cousins. Elizabetta, always the studious one, was at my desk, engrossed in her books. Her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she furrowed her brows in concentration. Isabella, on the other hand, sat on the bed, texting someone on her phone, completely oblivious to the world around her and Lily was busy painting her toenails white.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my heart heavy with worry as I brushed a delicate layer of blush onto my cheeks. The rhythmic back-and-forth motion of the brush against my skin was strangely soothing, but it couldn't mask the anxiety that gnawed at me from within. "You
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status