Chapter 65 Key Of Chemistry

• MARISOL
• The morning light streamed through my bedroom windows, warm and steady as I sat at my vanity. My makeup artist leaned in, applying the final touches. My hair fell in loose waves, soft against my shoulders, and a hint of gloss gave my lips just enough shine.
• I’d gone casual today: a white fitted tee and dark jeans. Comfortable, but still put-together. A little armor for what lay ahead. Just enough to say I’m fine, even if I wasn’t.