Tiffany was staring at her reflection in the mirror, examining the dark bags under her eyes as she did not get enough sleep. Her thoughts about Lincoln and the moment they shared in his place. The sweet yet bitter incident lingered in her memories, keeping her up all night.
Heaving a deep sigh, she decided to cover her eyebags with concealer. Ever so carefully she applied it to her desired spot, blending it in after. She went on light makeup, her lips painted with coral orange unlikely to her everyday red lips.
After painting the canvas that her face, the closet was the next thing Tiffany set her hands to. An elegant peach body fit dress was what she chose to wear. It has a few unnoticeable flowers on its end. The whole length was just above her knees with a low cut on the back. Its sleeves merely reached the back of her hand.