That morning, before Baguette woke up, Croissant was determined to make things right. She woke up before sunrise and ran to the bathroom. She spent hours covering every part of her face, convincing herself she was ugly and she needed to be beautiful.
She put layer upon layer of makeup over her face, telling herself she wasn't pretty enough. Once she was satisfied that she looked like an entirely different person, she left the bathroom and resumed her normal duties cleaning and cooking everything.
Baguette woke up eventually and went to her. When he saw her face he stared in shock.
"What do you think you're doing, going out like that? Are you cheating on me? How could you? Why, you filthy vache!" He cried in a very french way.
"No, no, you misunderstand. yesterday you said I was laide, so today I am pretty. For you." Croissant said sweetly, smiling at the bread she loved.
Baguette stormed out with an angry huff. He did not return until a week later. A week of Croissant waiting and hoping and trying to fix the redness around her puffy, bloodshot eyes.
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This chapter is very dark I'm sorry I think this is a serious book now
