Dera.
It should be illegal to look this good at nine am on a school day.
I mean, there I was, just standing in front of the mirror, my hair well done, although it was getting longer than I would have liked. My lips were glossed up in a brownish nude, and I wore a deep emerald green two piece set. A silky blouse with slightly flared sleeves and a pencil skirt that hugged my hips like it missed me. Gold hoops, a matching wristwatch, and nude pumps. My perfume was sweet too, but not too sweet. A perfect balance.
I was zipping up my bag when Zara walked in with her lunchbox swinging in one hand and her tiny brows furrowed.
"Mummy.” She said, eyes wide. “Are you going on a date after school?"
I almost choked on air.
I bent down and scooped her up.
“What? No! Baby girl, today is your Par
