She looked into the mirror, relaxing her lips to apply her final touch of ruby red lipstick. Her lips rubbed together to evenly spread the cream tint across them. Rose couldn’t help but smirk at her reflection. She always looked good, but when she finally saw herself with a red, juicy pout, a fresh wave of confidence came over her.
She capped her lipstick, stuck it in her purse, pulled the black hood of her coat over her head. Rose looked back at the New York city penthouse that she had called home for the last few months. There wasn’t really anything wrong with it. In fact it was quite well furnished, and had a quirky character to it. The kind of character that made it feel like more of a home, but also made some visitors uncomfortable. But something in Rose’s heart was telling her to go elsewhere.