Alaric
"Hold still," Dami said for the fourth time, "or I am going to put this eyeliner straight through your skull."
"I am holding still."
"You are vibrating. Your whole face is vibrating. I have done makeup for my sister's bridesmaids in the back of a moving car on a mountain road in Sardinia, and every single one of them sat stiller than you."
I made myself breathe out slowly and stared up at the bathroom ceiling of the lake house.
There was a brown water stain above the shower that looked a little like a boot, and I decided that if I kept my eyes on it long enough, I might survive the next ten minutes.
Nico had left at seven, because the host of a party could not walk into his own home after his guests had already arrived, and before he went, he had hung the dress on the back of the bedroom door with a note pinned to the hanger.
It said, in his terrible handwriting, It runs long. You are welcome.
I had crumpled the note and thrown it in the bin.
