ESTELLE

“Estelle.” A snap of fingers on my face brought me back to reality. “Hey. Are you okay?” Micah’s eyebrows were drawn together, then pulled back. 

“Yeah. Sorry.” I blinked.

“I’ve been calling your name, but you seemed in deep thought.”

I looked down at the shade of lipstick I was trying to mix. It came out candy red when what I wanted was vermilion. 

“I think you need a break. Should I book you a spa?”

I shook my head and began mixing again. “I’m fine. I have to reset my eyesight. I’ll be just outside.” I quickly stood up. Suddenly everything spun around me, almost knocking me off...