Chapter 36: Distorted Truths and Shattered Trust
"Don't move a muscle, Scarlett. I want your eyeliner to be as sharp as the emotions of your character," the makeup artist whispered, wielding her brush with surgical precision.
Scarlett Aurora Whitmore sat motionless, staring at her reflection in the oversized vanity mirror. Under the blinding glow of the ring lights, she looked like a living Barbie doll plucked straight from a premium collector's box. Her oval face possessed a near-impossible symmetry. Her skin was ivory-clear, as delicate as a freshly bloomed white rose, reflecting a healthy, porcelain luster despite the thin veil of cosmetics.
