Ada wasn’t the type to waste items that she bought. She would use them regardless or return them if it wasn’t ruined or used already. But she had already opened an eyeshadow packet.

No time to return it now. It didn’t match her. But the shade matched you.

You’re under Ada as she straddles your lap, applying makeup onto your face gently. “The eyelash curler?!” you say and she only nods. “It’ll hurt a bit,” Ada says nonchalantly.