I carefully blended foundation over my skin, and perfected my eyeliner to make my brown eyes pop.
So I sat at my dresser, make-up in front of me, my curling iron heating up. The dress was way longer than some of the girls’ school skirts, for Pete’s sake. I’d grown up with Lee, and without a mom, so I wasn’t the biggest girly-girl but that didn’t stop me from dressing up for things like this. When I stood in my towel, scrutinizing the dress, doubts about it started creeping into my mind. I put my iPod into my speakers and let Ke$ha blast out loudly, so that I’d hear it from the shower with the water roaring in my ears. My younger brother, Brad, had a soccer tournament today and Dad had probably taken him out for burgers or something after. Nobody was home when I got in, but I wasn’t that surprised. ‘See you later,’ he called over his shoulder. ‘You can be such a girl sometimes, Shelly.’ I’d better head home and get ready,’ I said. ‘Of course I won’t!’ I nearly did, though, and, seeing his threatening look, I didn’t dare take another sip till we hit a red light.Īs Lee pulled up in his driveway, I checked the time. ‘Don’t spill that in my baby,’ he warned when I was slurping it as I got into his car.
I paid for the dress and we made another stop by the food court so he could get a slice of pizza before we left.
