The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 292

Some people just couldn't resist a bit of drama.

"No way. She's clearly wearing makeup. Why lie about it?"

"Girls know girls best. That's what you call the 'no-makeup' makeup look."

"I don't get it. If you put on makeup, just admit it. It's not like it's a crime."

"That's because you don't get it. If she won't take her makeup off, she must look downright scary without it. Probably afraid she'll frighten everyone."

"She looks presentable with makeup, but who knows what kind of monster is underneath?"

"Oh please, have you looked in a mirror lately?" Ingrid shot the group a fierce glare. "You're not exactly a vision yourselves, with those pockmarks all over your face. Maybe check yourself before you talk about someone else."

eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Jealousy really does make people ugly, doesn't it? You should see your faces right

girls like Citrine are born beautiful, inside and out. Unlike you

group fell silent, realizing these three weren't

to see their faces if they found out

smirked. "They'd be green

end of his patience. He grabbed a pack of makeup remover wipes from a cardboard box and

you," Hastings announced, pulling out a wipe. He braced the back of Citrine's head with one

patch of her skin turned red, but the wipe stayed perfectly clean no

refusing to believe it. He reached for the other side of her face, but Citrine caught

from his hand and shoving him away with

a girl could be that strong; all he could think about was what

he'd left on her cheek, blood

touched her-how could her skin be so