Miranda's POV
I don't wanna go!
"Miss, please smile," The make-up artist, Xavier said, and I smiled. His tired eyes surveyed my face then he leaned forward and applied a lipgloss on my lips.
I sighed for the umpteenth time ever since I got here. Xavier ignored me and continued with what he was doing.
He seemed to be in a hurry and I took a metal note so as not to disturb him. I glanced at my reflection and the mirror and bit my lips subconsciously.
"Please don't do that." His hoarse voice sounded in my ears and I looked up at him in surprise, "You will ruin the makeup,'' He added, and I blinked.
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry,'' I quickly replied and looked away from him. What was I thinking?
There's no way.
"Young miss!"
The traitor Emily yelled from outside and I looked away from my reflection to the door. Hurried footsteps sounded from behind the door before the handle was twisted and….
Bang!
