The door creaked open. Sofi Maciel stepped into her new store. The mall was quiet.
Her brown eyes went wide. The shelves were bare. The counters were empty.
Sofi Maciel carried in boxes of lipsticks, foundations, and brushes. She set them down with a thud.
Everything was out of order. Tubes tipped over. Palettes upside down. Colors everywhere.
She tried to arrange the products. She lined up three lipsticks — but one rolled away.
She stacked two palettes — but they wobbled and slid. She placed a brush — but it tipped and rolled off the counter.
She sat on the floor and looked at the messy piles. Then she giggled.
She stacked the lipsticks in a rainbow — red, pink, coral. She fanned the palettes like a deck of cards.
She stuck the brushes into a cup like flowers. Everything started to look beautiful.
She stepped back behind the counter. The products shine in neat rows. She smiled — her dream had come true.