Chapter Thirty-Six

“You look so angelic!” Jasmine exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes. “I can’t even see what you’ve done to my face.” I pointed out.

Jasmine made my seat away from the mirror. She claimed that if I watched my reflection at every turn, it would distract her. She wanted me to look and feel like magic today. Her cousin was taking me out for the first time, so it would be a sin if I didn’t look my best.

“I’m the mirror.” She said smugly.

“You’re the artist.” I contradicted. “It’s quite natural that you would hype yourself up. If I look at my reflection myself, I might be convinced.” I teased.

She combed my wig, which I had worn for this night with such fervour. I knew I’d strike a nerve. Jasmine didn’t understand sarcasm. That was her only shortcoming. She felt I was being rude instead and not appreciating her efforts.

“Take it easy on the wig.” I