The brush stroked against your cheeks, Molly letting out a small giggle as it did. She worked quickly, applying makeup to your face as if it were something she’d been planning for months.

“Lift your head a small bit.” Her fingers pressed the bottom of your chin, raising your eyes to meet hers. Her Irish accent became almost melodic as the two of you moved closer.

Adding the final details, she nodded happily. A small smile had formed on her face. “I suppose this is the best I can do on you.” A cheeky grin met her mouth.