Clash

I watched her apply a pale pink rouge in the large bathroom mirror. It was the wrong color with her olive complexion and jumped an inch ahead of her face. 

Her best friend Denise had bleached blonde hair that clashed with her pink complexion. 

This is like being visually tone deaf. I had to cover my eyes and my ears and hide under the dining room table. I watched their sandaled feet as the two women spoke over tall glasses of iced tea.