Mira's POV
"Girl, take that thing easy. You're not painting a house, you're covering my dark under eye circles, not the whole canvas," Ayla screamed under my grip as I cupped her face and aggressively applied concealer.
"You see, it's better to be safe than sorry," I said, leaning closer, my breath brushing her cheek as I continued. "I won't let you go to work with an uncared for face. I don't want it so obvious that you barely slept so she will think you're exhausted and couldn't get enough sleep because you were thinking about her all night. So stay still while I do my job. All I need from you is to make sure you don't doze off at work."
Ayla groaned, rolling her eyes but staying perfectly still, well mostly. "And do you think all this is necessary?" she muttered, muffled.
"Of course it is. That's part of your weapon. Your beauty is a big part of your weapon that you need to pair with that short blazer. Or did you forget she is your enemy?"
