- Vol. 02
- Chapter 04
I never leave without them; they make up the façade with which I face the world beyond these walls.
They lend me a mask of maturity, a semblance of confidence, the brightness to bluff my way in life.
And so, before I leave, I carefully apply my coat of cyclamen, rose or poppy, and hook in co-ordinating drops or studs.
You wouldn't want to see me without them.