18 Makeup

At the sight of a fairly elderly woman entering, I immediately let out a breath after knowing that it wasn't Alpha Eros.

Her nose immediately wrinkled when her gaze fell on me, blue eyes widening in slight shock before she regained her composure.

"You reek!" she exclaimed.

Her tone almost seemed like she was reprimanding me, and I found myself not offended because what she said was true.

Before I could reply, the sounds of the guards outside laughing could be heard after her admission of my stench.

I floundered aimlessly and could feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

I quickly swallowed down what was left of my pride and dragged my body upwards.

With my left hand, I smoothed down what was left of my hair in a way to make myself look a little more presentable.

"We can't have you be presented to Eros like this! Come, you must take a shower!" she ordered as if I was a child of hers.

I was swiftly yanked to my feet by a hard hand that almost caused me to trip over my own two feet.

She practically shoved me into the bathroom with the strength of a grown man instead of the petite elderly woman that she was.

I totally forgot that she was also a werewolf with enhanced abilities.

"N-No!" The words quickly left my mouth and I crossed my arms over my chest.

I might've looked like a 5-year-old to her, but I couldn't get myself to care at this point.

"Why not?" A rather annoyed look made way onto her wrinkled face.

Her calm demeanor changed into an incredulous and eerily authoritative one that made me quickly question my answer.

I suddenly realized that there was definitely some scary similarities between this old woman and Alpha Eros.

They both carried a very strong and prominent aura full of dominance and authority.

Just that glint in their blue eyes was pretty alarming.

"Because I am really hungry and sleepy," I reply shakily, clutching onto the bathroom sink like it was my lifeline.

"I've already started dinner. Once you finish your bath, the meal should be done and you can sleep right after," she said, glancing at me with narrowed eyes as if daring me to question her answer.

"And I need makeup," I voiced.

"Makeup?" She had an inquisitive expression on her face.

"Yes. Foundation and lipstick and concealer an—" I listed off of the top of my head, trying to buy time in hopes that she might just drop this ludicrous idea of having me bathe.

"Alright, I will go see if some of the other girls have some." She acquiesced, swiftly turned and left after casting one last glance my way.

My shoulders slumped.

I promptly kicked the bathroom door closed and locked it.

I proceeded to drop my head into my hands.

What the hell am I going to do?

The steam from the shower was fogging up the room before I finally decided to take my shower, throwing my extremely dirty clothes onto the floor and rubbing my skin raw until I realized that I did not have any clothes to change into.

I avoided touching my face in fear of rubbing off the melting makeup and quickly wrapped the towel around my waist, slowly walking back and forth in the bathroom while gnawing on my lower lip.

"Here's the makeup," the old lady called after knocking on the bathroom door.

I unlocked it and peeked out, quickly grabbing the plastic bottles, different lipsticks and floral dress from her hand.

There was this strangely knowing glint in her eye that makes me sort of apprehensive for even opening the bathroom door.

It was as if she knew something that I didn't.

"Thank you," I softly called before slamming the door in her, slightly surprised, face.

Of course, she would choose a really floral sundress with thin spaghetti straps that exposed a majority of my shoulders and neck.

It had a decent length that ended at my knees but this dress was definitely not my choice of clothing style.

I generally wear rather loose and baggy clothing to hide my figure.

My closet mostly consisted of black and gray's.

And I, definitely, do not own anything this girly or floral.