Bleu Rosalina McLoughlin never expected to meet the love of her life while out with friends. But a chance encounter with a devastatingly handsome man changes her life forever. Ares is everything she never knew she wanted, and their connection is und...
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"Can you actually hurry the fuck up or is slow your only function", Taylor yells for the 13th time probably.
"It takes time to cultivate perfection like this bitch... don't rush me", I say as I blend the concealer under my eye
"You're only rushing me because you want me to help you pick a dress and finish your eyeshadow", I say as look at her in my bathroom mirror
"So, if you understand why are you moving so damn slow", she says walking up and going through my makeup case
"If you would stop bothering me every ten seconds I would be finish but no here you are distracting the master at work", putting the booty blender down and turning towards her
I pick up my Morphe palate and start to finish the soft brown eye look that was our signature and honestly goes with any night time look.
" You are so pretty babe I think I am going to cry", Taylor says making a pouty face
"Not half as gorgeous as you my chocolate layer cake", I say back as I blend out her eyeshadow carefully. I know her knees are hurting from scrunching down lightly to be at my level, having a 5'8 friend at a 5'4 height isn't always the best.
We had been waiting all week to finally get a chance to be out on the town, if people under 60 can still say that. We haven't really been out since we moved and lord knows I have been itching for a nice cocktail since school started. And I know Taylor's Girls Just Want to Have Fun ass is down for some serious drinking and dancing.
"So, confirm or deny you will getting laid tonight", Taylor says as I finish up her right eye
"Deny", I say with my mouth slightly open in concentration
"Why fucking not, you are the badest bitch and bad bitches need love too", she says leaning back to look me in the eye
"I just don't think the man I am supposed to meet will be in a club maybe a museum opening or gallery show", I say with a shrug and continues working
"I thought you learned from Trav that those kinds of men bore you to fucking tears", she says moving back from me to inspect her finished shadow in the mirror
"I think Trav was a fluke and maybe just he wasn't the best fit for me at the time", I say while I search my bag of lip products for my gloss
"Beautiful as always thank you ginger, and he wasn't a fluke he was a learning experience. You don't want a man with all the same interest as you it will never work. Look at your parents for Christ sakes they are polar opposites and are more in love than ever. I bet they have amazing conversation because they aren't saying the same things", she says as she turns back to me
I sigh and coat my lips in gloss. I know she's right but I'm scared that I won't find the love my parents have. That kind of connection is a trick of fate that only one couple in a life time gets to experience. I don't think I can let myself fall in love if it isn't forever because I am so damn scared of wasting time as fleeting and conceptual as it is.
