Chapter 1
Aria meant lion in Hebrew, she thought as she looked at her oval face in the mirror. She studied her hazel eyes and noticed that they were darker than they had ever been in her life. They stood out because her face had lost its shape over the last five years; her cheeks had become so sunken. She studied the new bruise around her left eye, standing stark against her pale cheek. She scoffed at her thought. She never saw herself as a lion and thought her father had been raving mad when he named her.
She picked up the tube of concealer impatiently, in an attempt to dispel her dismal thoughts. She quickly spread a dollop on the growing bruise and wondered when she had become so adept at applying make – up. She lightly brushed some blusher on her cheeks, and eye shadow on her eyelids. She applied a cherry-colored lip gloss to her full lips, and then studied herself critically in the small bathroom mirror. If no one looked too closely, and if she didn’t push her hair out of her face, as was her habit, the bruise was well hidden. She took a deep breath and packed away her make-up.
Piet Minnaar (verified owner) –
What a read! I have enjoyed reading the book from beginning to end, and can’t wait to complete each one of the Billows’ stories. I just could not put it down.