Part 2 "Hold still," Madison murmured, her breath ghosting over my cheek. "If you twitch, you’re going to look like a raccoon, and I am not redoing this." I froze, holding my breath while the cold, wet tip of the eyeliner pen traced the corner of my eye. We were squeezed into her tiny, overly bright bathroom, the air thick with the smell of hairspray and that expensive vanilla perfume she practically bathes in. I was sitt...