They all followed her about. Treating her as a goddess. She was so pretty after all. Beautiful eyes , silky hair , glossy lips and that perfect touch of make up. See her any time of the day and she was the same. We could call her the Epitome of Beaut…..Oh no. Not we.
But not him.
He knew she was the Epitome of Fakeness.
He was her stylist !
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