Marsai:
No, I must have misheard. I had to have misheard. But as they both sauntered over, stopping just a few inches away from Ethan and me, Aya’s voice cut through my doubts, confirming I hadn’t.
“Oh my God, Marsai! You look stunning, darling,” Her gaze swept over me from head to toe like she was inspecting a masterpiece. When her eyes landed back on my face, her expression shifted—her lips twitching into a faux smile as she tilted her head. “Your makeup… it’s amazing. Did you do it yourself? Wait, no—you’ve never done your own makeup before. So, who did? H—”
“I did,” I interrupted, letting the scoff in my voice finish her sentence for her. Aya’s jaw nearly hit the floor, and even Zoe’s wide-eyed disbelief was priceless.
Their fake admiration was so thick it could choke a wolf. I did
