Every day
she sits in front of the mirror and looks at the plain girl staring back. She
nods her a silent good morning, whilst observing the dark circles under her
eyes from lack of sleep, the first signs of wrinkling on her forehead from
worrying to much and the lack of life in her eyes. She tries to smile but the
girl does not respond, that's not part of her job.
She bids
farewell to the faults of the skin as she starts applying her makeup, slowly,
methodically, a routine perfected through years of practice. As layer after
layer is added the girl in the mirror changes. With each layer she becomes less
recognisable, more normal. Evidence of last night's lost sleep vanishes along
with any hint of worry.
The final
touches are done, the mask is almost complete. She looks in the mirror and
searches for traces of the girl there was this morning. She whispers sorry, as
she fixes a perfect smile on her perfectly made up face completing the unflawed mask of deception.
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