EFFIE BATEMAN | Lifestyle | Contact
As local woman Nat Lindon tries to scrub the makeup off her face using some wads of wet toilet paper, she finds her eyes straying towards the bathroom cupboard.
And look, not just because she’s hoping there’s some Sukin facial cleanser in there somewhere, but because she knows therein lies all the answers. Some of which, she really, really, doesn’t want to know.
Does he have a half squeezed herpes cream lying there? Hemorrhoid ointment? Some kind of questionable drug prescription which she would so totally not look up on Google…
But no, what she really wants to know is whether Liam might be entertaining more than lady at a time, which is easily by just what products lie behind the mirror.
Does she really want to know?
“Fuck it, alright”, thinks Nat, pulling the cupboard wide open, ‘what have you got?’
Perusing the shelves for tampons, makeup wipes, perfumes or even an errant body pin, Nat was almost about to breathe a sigh of relief before she saw something that made her heart well and truly drop.
A half empty bottle of Olapex.
“Fuck she’s blonde.”
Taking a moment to scrounge around in the other bathroom drawers for sure signs he either has a girlfriend or is entertaining someone else (spare toothbrush usually a good indication) Nat tries to maintain her peace by insisting it must be leftover from an ex.
But she’ll hide a big black bobby pin behind it just in case.
More to come.