“Wake up!”
“Okay, okay, I’m up!”
“Good. I don’t have anything to wear.”
“I never thought this day would come! Madelaine Brown is asking for clothing advice for a date!” I stand a foot away from her, kind of scared she’ll self-combust.
“It’s not a date, and would you stop yelling and help me out?”
“Of course! I’m gonna get you dolled up!”
“No dolling up.”
“Fine.”
Wefinally decided, with a bit of resistance from her side, that I would wear a white t-shirt and black high-waisted shorts. ThenI put on my black Converse, and she put my hair into a messy ponytail, which, holy hell, looks beautiful.
“Time for makeup!”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
She makes me sit on a chair, and then she starts to put makeup on.
“Allison Bridge, I trust you enough not to make me look like a clown.”
She glares. “I’m not turning you into a clown.” A bit over here and a touch over there… “I’m almost finished! Stay still… Done!”
I look in the mirror, and she really did a good job. She made the makeup bring out my amber eyes and my face’s bone structure, but not too much.
“Wow.” That’s all I can say.I look naturally stunning.
“I know! Ready to go?”
“Yes, but I have to eat breakfast.”
“Why don’t you forget breakfast and eat itafteryou meet Prince Charming?”
“Don’t ever suggest that again.” I feign seriousness. “But seriously, I need to eat.”
“Fine, but if you spill anything on your clothes, Iwillkill you.”
I chuckle.
We go downstairs and make our way to the kitchen. My dad, sitting at the breakfast table, looks at me with surprise.
“What? What’s wrong? Is something already out of pl-”
“No, no, no, honey. You look beautiful.” He stares at me, eyes getting foggy, and I don’t like where his mind is going. Because I know it has something to do withher.
“Thanks, Dad…”
“What’s the occasion?”
