But it’s her lips that steal my attention. Pouty and full, painted in a red shade that perfectly matches the ruby specks on her choker—accentuating that prominent cupid’s bow. Her eyes . . . God, her eyes. They’re lined with kohl, and the smoky shadow is expertly brushed around her lids, making her astute gaze all the more intense. And those cheeks—perfectly round, pinchable, and defined by the magic of makeup. Dammit. There’s no denying Alina Azlan is an actual work of art when she’s not letting her low-maintenance persona rule the roost.
🛐🛐🛐🛐
