She slipped the pale lipstick along her lips and observed the results, leaning back a little as a painter does to reflect on his strokes, then the indigo mascara, the curling iron, the eau de toilette her cousin had given her for her birthday last summer, in Paris. In front of the mirror, she meditated on her expectations of this party.
How exciting this was to have been invited to a party, merely a month since her arrival at this new school. She hoped to meet more people, integrate herself into a social circle, attach herself and establish her place. According to the experience she had ac…
