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Chapter Thirty

POV Lisa

Beige Iridescent Lipstick

"It's rainy day game time! Pin a tail on the guest, win ten boxes of Kleenex, or a billy goat! Sing around the piano all your favorite showtunes!"

I stare in the mirror, at the disaster that was my hair. Damn this humidity. It had turned my beautiful, glossy black hair into something with frizz worse than Baby's curls. I could feel the smugness emanating from her at much situation. "I'm a frizzball. A frizzball,"

"No, no, dear. It's not that bad. You still look pretty," My Mother insisted, as she folded our laundry into neat, organized stacks.

"God, I am so sick of this rain. Remind me not to take my honeymoon at Niagara Falls," I groaned. It had rained at every other day while we were at Kellerman's. It had fast gotten old. And with rain, inevitably came the humidity, which led to frizzball. I knew I should've brought a straightening iron.

"So, you go to Acapulco. It'll be fine," Mom assured me.

I groan. I'd been looking for my beige iridescent lipstick all day, and much to my annoyance, I found it wasn't in this door. The exact door I'd left it in. "Where is my beige iridescent lipstick? I know I put it in this drawer!"

Behind me, I hear Baby standing up, and putting on her raincoat. I turn around, to see her walking towards the door. Running off again. I had no idea where Baby spent her days. But I was determined to find out. "Baby, where are you going in this weather?" Mom asked, looking up from her work.

"Um... they're having Charades in the west lobby," She answered, though I knew that was far from the truth. She was lying through her teeth, something that she never would've done a few weeks ago.

Smirking, I remind her that I knew she was up to something. "Ooh. Quite the little joiner, aren't we?"

Baby says nothing as she walked out the door. It takes me a second to realize that Dad was watching her, much like I was. And then it took me another second to realize why.

He knew she was lying, too.

Dad sighed, and picked up his book. He opened the door and stepped outside, the eaves sheltering him from the rain. Shortly after, Mom stepped out to distribute our laundry, leaving me alone to search for my missing lipstick.

Bending down, I look under my bed, and found nothing but a mismatched sock. I glanced across the aisle between the beds, under Baby's bed. A gold glint shone in the darkness. I reach under and pull it out. I had put it in that drawer not long after we got here, and hadn't used it since. What would it be doing under Baby's bed? I pull off the cap, to find that it had been used. Why would Baby use lipstick?

I look further under her bed, seeing another object reflecting light. I reach under and pull it out, curious if she'd stashed away any more of my makeup. But, alas, it was not makeup. It was a navy blue umbrella, the light had bounced off the steel topper. More disturbing, was the fact that the umbrella wasn't ours.

It couldn't have been left by another family. Max said he'd saved the best cabin for us, and he'd asssured us that the Maids were top notch. So where did Baby get an umbrella that wasn't hers?

Makeup, rain, umbrellas, lying about where she was going, running off at odd hours. And more importantly, the windows. Baby and I slept with the windows open. When I woke up, she was always in the shower.

Baby had been meeting someone. She'd been sneaking out at night, using my makeup. The umbrella was from whoever she'd been with. Someone she didn't want Mom and Dad knowing about.

But of course, that begged the question, who?

Really, who else could I have done this chapter from?

There's more coming with my Lisa arc! She's not as dumb as she looks. What do you guys think she's going to do?