“As she sat on the foot of her bed, she noticed the blood when she went to pull down the ripped sleeve of her leather pantsuit. There was also something in her eye. Wiping her fingers off on the bedspread, she discovered that one of her false lashes had come unglued and was hanging off the corner of her lid. She pulled the fuzzy caterpillar-thing free and let it drop to the floor. It landed in a pile of flesh-colored powder … next to a shattered Estée Lauder compact, the mirror of which ...was cracked down the middle. Taking a deep breath, her nose tingled at the choking scent in the basement: part Ysatis by Givenchy, Paris by YSL, and Chanel’s Coco and Chance Eau Tendre. She wondered idly how long the HVAC system was going to take to air everything out. Long time. Especially given that those were not the only perfume bottles she had shattered. The battered remnants of her makeup table were surrounded by broken glass and mangled spray mechanisms.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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