Sonia retracted her gaze from the door, the smile faded from her face, replaced by a chilling coldness as though it was never there.
With effortless grace, she pushed herself up from the bed, her hand reached behind her, gathering her hair, fingers moving with practiced ease as she twisted and tied it up loosely.
As she made her way to the dressing table.
She pulled the zipper of the dress to unzip it, as she was beginning to feel stuck in it.
The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in her underwear.
She slowly pulled the pouch out from hiding, turned it around in her hand for a moment, and exhaled.
Then she brought the pouch out, turned it over in her hands for a moment, and her lips curled up.
Without spilling the content, she placed the pouch behind her makeup kit, just enough not to be seen by Kelvin.
This was her secret weapon.
She pulled the chair out and sat down. Slowly, she held the edge of the mask and peeled it off revealing her flawless face.
