(Nesta POV)
The next day I dressed up in a hoodie and jeans. My wounds were healed but there was still a small reddish mark. Lucky I only had a scratch on my forehead. It was fully healed but if you look closely you could see a red colour.
I tried to put on some 'makeup' I stole from mom's room but there were so many of them and I ended up putting too much and looking like a disaster.
I even ended up destroying some of her makeup. I just hope she didn't find out about it.
But when I walked down the stairs I saw the makeup set on the table. I was going to silently walk back to my room but luck was definitely not on my side.
"Good morning Sammy" dad's voice rose making me turns around.
"G-good morning" I muttered walking to the table. I glanced at the makeup set and then at the both o
