She looked up into the mirror and saw something that surprised her. Her hair looked like it had been thoroughly washed and brushed out. She hadn't seen it look like that since her mother had forced her to go to that salon before her cousin's wedding.
Her face also looked different. She was wearing makeup. It was subtle, and tastefully done, but Kyla never wore makeup. She frowned. This is impossible. It's not like someone knocked me out and did this without me knowing, She thought.
It bothered her that she didn't have a rational explanation, but the more she looked at herself in the mirror, the more she realized something. She liked what she saw. Wanting to look presentable doesn't make me superficial...does it? That's only if you care only about your looks.
She turned to head out of the restroom, a perplexed look on her face, when the door opened...
