Lumière (chapter one) - First Part

She prepared herself in front of the mirror. Two candle sticks and a box of cosmetics lying deadly on her dresser, the world that moved outside her window tonight would be hers as well. The tiny apron that reminded her of her inferiority carefully hidden in a drawer and the million dollar-looking dress that she had bought in a thrift store for less then ten dollars, were patiently waiting for her. One would make her life miserable as soon as the morning would pop up, the other would make the tears in her tender cheeks be disguised for a night and maybe some other lucky weekend. She applied the foundation with a certain kind touch, as if she didn't want to hurt her own immaculate fragility. The poor lighting didn't help but she went on with some stranged confidence she had never seen before. Tonight, she repeated to the mirror, tonight will be mine.