That makeover artist lady began her work on me at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, and it wasn’t until well after 5 o’clock that she finally set her tools down with a satisfying nod while handing me a mirror.
I peered at the mirror. I remember specifically telling her that I only want a light touch, but what looked back at me at the other side of the mirror was a face that looked less like a normal human being and more like a ghost in bad horror movies.
So I went straight to the restroom and gave my face a good wash and wiped off all those thick and vivid colors, much to the horror of the makeover lady.
“What do you think you’re doing!? Mr. Sang will be here to pick you up at 6 o’clock sharp!”
“Who’s the one that mistook my makeup with a ghost’s? 10 minutes. light foundation with a faint blush. Anything more, prepare to walk.”
Reluctantly the makeover lady began her work again, and after 10 more minutes I pulled her hands away and checked the mirror. Good, at least now I almost looked like a human.