“You could have asked.”
Eleanor jumps, smearing eyeliner down her cheek. “I- I thought you’d tease me,” she admits in a sheepish voice.
“Of course I’d tease you,” Isabel smiles and hands her sister a tissue. “But I don’t mind. You can borrow my stuff whenever you want. I’m just surprised. I can’t remember the last time you wore makeup.”
Ellie shrugs. “I start that new gig tonight, and I’m nervous. I want to make a good impression. No,” she frowns. “I need to make a good impression. I can’t afford to lose another job.”
“Don’t worry, Elle. You’ll do great. Did you practice walking in your heels this week?”
“Every day,” she sighs and shakes her head. “I’m going to make a fool out of myself, aren’t I?”
“Well, think about it like this. It can’t go any worse than that time you spilled wine down the governor’s suit, am I right?”
The memory startles a giggle out of Ellie, temporarily chasing away the knots of anxiety in her stomach. “Not that he didn’t deserve it,” she grins.
Isabel snorts. “Oh, he totally deserved it. If you ask me, you should get a medal of honor for your service to the state. What I wouldn’t give to have been a fly on the wall...”
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