C87 KIMBERLY'S GAMBIT

Kimberly sat in front of the vanity mirror, her reflection staring back at her, almost as if it were mocking the plan she was about to set into motion. The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city beyond the windows. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the foundation, carefully applying it to her already flawless skin. She needed to look perfect. Vulnerable, yet captivating