Revenge

It has been a couple of days gone. Mia has been anticipating Juliet's birthday party. It was a breezy frenzied Saturday evening. Mia hunched at her dressing table. She leaned her back in a ruddy comfy chair in one of the rooms in the resort she booked for Juliet's birthday party. She was decking herself up. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, clasped a lipstick, swabbed her lips with it, and smudged her cheeks with foundation. She could feel the softness of the brush as it smooches her face as she applies foundation to brighten her skin tone. She applied a thin layer of primer on her skin. Her long lashes gently touched each other as as she added an eye pimer to her eyelids. Her hair was coiled nicely and they were neatly trimmed and stretched to her neck. She felt it smooching her neck. Her wig was tender and fluffy like a Norwegian Elkound puppy.

Mia was wrapped up in a towel. She rose from the chair and slid her smooth feet into a pair of chubby rubber slippers, they felt