Especially that day - with her lips colored by a baby pink creamy lipstick (something Millie had never done before), which he found it extremely tempting. She was beautiful, in everything she did. "What?" she asked, with a glimpse of amusement in her eyes, still with the mascara in her hand and the little brush close to her long eye lash.įinn Wolfhard smiled like a fool, not believing one second that girl was real. "Millie, are you ready? It's taking you more time than usu-" Finn fried to say while entering the room, but his eyes softened as his vision met the sight of her, that marvelous short brat he couldn't wait to embrace again. Just a comb of hair, perfume, a little bit of make up, and. Afterwards, she basically put on her high waist pink pants (Noah always told her "these make your ass even finer!") and a white sweatshirt with three big daises printed on it. It was seven a.m in the morning, and Millie was not a morning person with her hair still tangled, a pouty face and tiredness all over her body, she lazily walked to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. He told her to dress comfy, because the place in which they were going to wasn't as cold as Vancouver, a fact which was strange: was he taking her outside Canada for a trip or something? That was the question she had been asking to herself for at least an hour, since Finn Wolfhard basically had kidnapped her from her bedroom, imposing her to do her bag and run as soon as possible to the garage.
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