"Ouch," Monica scowled, clicking her tongue as she tried to reach the zip on her back. She was standing in front of the full sized mirror in their room, glaring at herself as the zip of her dress refused to budge.
Tyson exited the washroom, causing the room to slowly get filled with the manly scent of his cologne. He raised an eyebrow at Monica, walking over to her.
"Need any help?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror. His eyes widened slightly when he saw her face, and a small smile stretched across her lips. Monica's blue eyes were rimmed with thick eye liner, her cheeks were covered in light blush-on and highlighter, while a beautiful nude pink was painted on her lips. "You look beautiful," he said, stepping even closer to her. "Except for that face you've made."
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