It was Monday morning. As she sat in her room before the dressing desk, Selina drew her brows thick and heavy, swallowing the natural arch. Faint brown freckles were brushed beneath her eyes, and a fake mole was placed with precision just under her lip, like a delicate accent, dulling their features, which mirrored her late mother's allure.
Her lips were painted with lip gloss.
For Selina, this was protection against the past still hunting her.
With her mask of disguise slipped on, Selina dropped the blush stick. She was now ready to begin her first day at work in a corporate setting.
Ready as always!
She adjusted her blouse, tucked into the pencil skirt.
"Let's get to work, Selina. You can do better on the first day," she whispered, encouraging herself for the day ahead.
Since the appointed email buzzed into her inbox the previous night and the truce had been made, Selina was blooming with eagerness to join her new teams.
