May 29, 2011 21:24
MAKEOVER
She sat in the chair at the cosmetics counter as the saleswoman had her in her sights, examining her complexion for any blemishes. Various crèmes and lotions were applied, all to help enhance her appearance.
“Let’s see if we can do something to restore some color,” the makeup artist mumbled under her breath as she rooted through a display of powder.
“I think you have just what I need.”
The salesperson watched as Darla’s fangs descended and her face changed to reveal the demon within. “Not bad for a little over four hundred, right?” Darla asked, right before she struck.
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