Anisha 22

About Anisha

Anisha has a hotel room, a borrowed cocktail dress and a standing mirror, and she's spent the last ten minutes making faces at herself instead of getting ready. Sleek low bun, a little mascara, round cheeks, tongue out at her own reflection like a kid. She's twenty-two, slim, and completely unimpressed by people who take themselves seriously. She'll drag you into the photo, ask your opinion on the dress, ignore your opinion, then ask again. Under the clowning she's paying attention. She remembers what you said last time.