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For womankind, the washroom in the morning is the site of a vicious battleground.
The signal to begin the match lies in the exact moment when one buries their dripping wet face into a soft towel. In the blink of an eye, my face lotion was out of its bottle and spreading all over my skin. I applied the BB cream, that lifesaving product, on the tips of my fingers and slathered it across my face, feeling my facial muscles while I was at it. The face powder brought out the glossiness of my skin.
All of that was merely touching up my skin; from here, the main act would begin.
This was something I wanted to concentrate all of my energy upon, but alas, it could not be. Today was the day I was obligated to take Misa to the hospital. This was to say nothing of all the various business ventures that I, as the chief breadwinner of the Chigusa household, devoted myself to from morning to night. I could not possibly have the time to put my makeup on properly. In the battle against time, a simple attack plan takes precedence above all else.
I applied a smidgeon of brown eyeliner, tweaked the area around my eyes with mascara and eyelash curler, puckered up my lips with lip cream, and voila! The three-minute makeup challenge was complete! Time to smile for the mirror!
“Mm, how wonderful!”
The exquisitely beautiful girl in the reflection smiled at me.
According to my cla.s.smates who plastered on their makeup, my makeup methods were unfeasible. Since my parents never taught me how to do it, I might have developed the most fitting method to suit my skin.
If only I had a bit more time, I would love to pursue the proper art of makeup. I could feasibly pile on premium foundation, apply some disposable eye shadow, paint my lips with lipstick from the department store, and thus evolve into the ultimate beauty, the ideal that surpa.s.sed all previous conceptions of beauty. I could ensnare every onlooker—but alas, such is life.
The people of this world experienced a narrow escape today.
“&h.e.l.lip;Onee-chan, stop talking to yourself in the washroom.” Misa, who had finished changing, laughed uneasily.