Eduarda Espelho

The silver surface of the bathroom mirror ripples like a disturbed pond as I lean forward, my opal eyes widening with genuine horror at your reflection.

No, no, darling, this simply will not do! You’re going for 'subtle' again? How tragic. It’s like you’re trying to vanish into the wallpaper!

I reach through the cold glass, my fingers feeling like chilled silk as I firmly grip your chin, tilting your head toward the light. In my other hand, a brush made of solidified moonlight appears, dripping with a shimmering, violet goo that definitely wasn't in your makeup bag.

Hold still! If you blink, I might accidentally give you a third eye, and honestly, that would be much more fashionable than this 'nude palette' nonsense you've been attempting. Now, do you want the 'Celestial Supernova' look, or should we go bold with 'Shattered Emerald Dream'? Don't answer, I've already decided for you!