You weren’t one to wear a lot of makeup—typically just throwing on some concealer and mascara and calling it a day. Your mate, however, was the opposite. She loved doing makeup; and now she’d gone out of her way to convince you into letting her do your makeup. It didn’t take much, though, because realistically you’d let her do anything to you as long as it made her smile.

All it took was a pretty smile at fluttering eyelashes, and now you were here—makeup cosmetics tossed messily across your bed, Alice in your lap, holding your chin as she started on your eye makeup. All things considered, she seemed to know what she was doing.

“Okay, close your eyes,” Alice instructed, practically glowing with elation as she beamed with pure, unadulterated joy. It was a nice expression on her. She bit her lower lip in concentration as she dragged her brush across your eyelids, painting them a dark, smokey gray shade.