Bab 195: It could have been...perfect world? - Part 2

In Valeria, in the town of Merida, the girl stared into her reflection, her red eyes looking back into her which was as red as the blood she had drunk for her breakfast. Her long lashes fluttered as she turned her head left and right to make sure she had applied the right amount of powder which she had bought not in the Isle valley but a local village with her mother. 

Taking the little box that laid on the surface of the dressing table, she turned the little top to look at the red gel that was in it. Using her pinky finger, she rubbed it on the gel and then to swipe it across her lips.