Patilda

Narcissa took a bath. It was impossible to feel in control of the situation until she was clean, exfoliated, moisturized and powdered. Then she slipped on a dressing-gown and went to sit in front of the mirror on her dressing-table. Dawn-light was starting to filter in through the high, ivy-covered windows. It gave everything a greenish tinge. She dabbed and dusted herself with make-up until every tell-tale sign of emotion was covered. And then, after hiding the trail, she constructed a false one. Blusher, to make her look as though she was open and artless; an opalescent foundation, to make her look as though she was in a state of radiant h