The Festival

Elsie's Point of View

    "Voila!"

    I widened my eyes as wide as tennis balls when I saw someone slapping me with a beautiful shadow in front of me. Oh, no… There's still time to remove the make-up that Cleopatra put on my face. Cleopatra smacked my hand which moved to touch my face to erase her artwork.

    "Can I delete this part? This looks disgusting," I said as I touched the surface of my glossed lips. I tasted it a few times. Instead of being lost, I actually tasted the cherry on my senses.

    "This is called natural," he snorted. "You like dressing up like a prostitute or the frontman of a scary rock 'n' roll band. Make yourself like an expensive noble girl once in a while."

    The corners of my lips lifted in disapproval. "Thank you for your frontal words, Mi belle."

    "You're welcome, Mi amor." He chuckled.