Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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I practically dash down back to the maid's quarters and into my room after what just happened in Harlow's office. I scan the room and my eyes land on a mirror on Sam's dresser. I go and pick it up, pointing it directly at my neck, just praying.
I gasped, seeing the highly visible red marks scattering my neck. Of course, this had to happen. Is this my punishment for allowing myself to fall into a stupid situation like that one? Oh no, how am I going to hide these? I need to hide them before the girls come back. I am not ready to explain to them how and from whom I got these, they'll probably freak out exactly like I'm doing right now. I'm screwed.
I could cover them up. I don't have any makeup with me, but I'm guessing one of the girls will have some somewhere amongst their stuff. Iris has mentioned hickeys before and gave me advice on how to cover them up - though I never used it. I never had to.
Being closest to Sam's stuff, I open up some of her draws, but don't find anything except some lipglosses and highlighters. I check Vera'a next but don't find anything either. That's when I remember that they keep most of their makeup products in the bathroom. I noticed it when I went in there on my first day. There's a larger mirror there and they spend most of their time getting ready in the bathroom in the mornings.
I walk inside, looking over to the sink and the mirror with a bunch of their products on the shelf just below it. I search them, finding one that's closest to my skin colour and applying it directly onto the red marks, then blending it around them with my finger and more around my neck. I don't want to use one of the girls' blending sponges, so that'll have to do. I find some powder and dab it on to hopefully keep the foundation in place for the time being.
This is not good, what was I thinking? I didn't want her to stop. I should've told her to stop, it's not right, but I didn't, I basically told her to carry on. And then she left me hanging. Was she- teasing me? I cannot think about this right now.
I finish the process of applying the powder and pray that whoever this makeup belongs to doesn't realise I'd used some when they come back. I look in the mirror again to make sure it doesn't look bad. Luckily my hair is already down, so I move it over to lay against my chest, covering my neck slightly. Then I leave the bathroom.
I'm regretting my decision so much already. I shouldn't overthink this, Sam told me that Harlow plays around with multiple people, and I'm no different. I'm just someone she played around with too. Someone she wanted to get a reaction out of, and I hate that I let her succeed. I've only been here for a week and I've managed to get myself into something like that with a freaking mafia boss.
She handed me my phone back before I sprinted back off, that's one thing to be excited over. I can finally text my mum and Iris and Helen. Solve at least a few of my problems. I checked my neck one more time, making sure it looked fine, and walked to my bed, sitting down and pulling out the phone, letting out a small sigh of relief.
