Gwen

"Hurry!"

"In a minute, I just need to fix this."

"Fix what?"

"My eyebrows, I drew them wrong."

"Do you even have to draw them?"

It was Francesca. She was in the sitting room waiting for me to come out, so we could head to the park. She was impatient and wouldn't let me get done with the finishing touches of my make up. I could imagine her throwing her hands up in frustration, and pacing back and forth with her skinny legs. Blowing out a big puff of breath, like she used to, when she was loosing her patience.

"Yes, to make my face look perfect. I have...