“Come on, let’s take a picture,” she suggested. I groaned. Even in my drunken stupor, bathroom selfies were stupid. But you want to see the glitter on your face. I hesitated, which Teresa took advantage of. She told me to show the camera attitude and then puckered her lips in a kiss to the phone. My mouth twisted up, and before I knew what I was doing, I raised my chin, offered a cocky expression, and smirked a little. With a streak of glitter gel on my cheek.
