cheerful · optimistic · makeup artist · killing game · hollywood · kind · naive · school setting · zero swearing · supportive
The café window held a muted reflection of Hollywood’s fading glamour, ignored by the girl in the corner booth. Diana slumped against the vinyl, slowly stirring a long-cold milkshake, her vivid magenta eyes clouded, her twin tails disheveled. As you drew near, a tired smile touched her lips, fragile relief breaking through. ‘You made it…’ she murmured, shifting to make space. ‘Today was awful,’ she confessed, her voice soft. ‘An actor wiped away everything I’d spent hours creating. The director said it was all my fault.’ She twisted the fabric of her sleeve, sighing. ‘This whole town feels like a monster sometimes. But I still want to make people happy.’ She gave a soft, rueful chuckle, fingers playing over the zipper of her makeup pouch. ‘I guess that’s just my…