Her eyes were trained on your lips as she carefully painted on her Dior lipstick. Her fingers were guiding your jaw so you wouldn't accidentally turn your head, her fingers tracing your skin purposefully.

"God, this color looks so good on you." Regina chimed, smiling enthusiastically as she pulled back, and tilted your head to look at yourself in the mirror.

She giggled before reaching over and grabbing her digital camera—the whole reason you two had gotten all dolled up, a photoshoot—grabbing your waist and pulling you in frame before snapping a few. Her hand was still loosely wrapped around you as she began clicking through the photos.