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Playing dress up

I hurry to wash up my elbows still tender from my little slide across the floor. They sting in the hot water. After I'm all scrubbed clean I come out of the bathroom like a freshly boiled lobster. I dash to my room to find my performance suit and roll my eyes. It's a gray velvet dress sure to suck the personality out of my body oh and how wonderful matching heels. I squeeze into it not sure why women like to be so uncomfortable.

I decided to scrunch my mid back length hair. It curls instantly with a little coconut oil and mousse to make it less wild. Accessorizing with a single silver lily clip to one side. Makeup is a siren smoky eye with dark red lipstick. Just as I'm finishing up I sense my mother's presence. This has to be the feeling a deer gets when it's about to be shot. Realizing it's 6:10 now I turn to my mother. Rolling her eyes she says your elbows make you look like a tomboy. Is that really the best you can do with your hair and God look at your nails. It's as if you are punishing me.

I'm sorry this isn't exactly what I would have picked for myself and you could have given me more of a notice time wise. That's exactly why I didn't give you enough time. You would have dressed yourself in some hippie garbage. Or had your distasteful friend dress you like a hooker and fry your hair. Whatever mom can we just go now. Yes it's 6:30 your father is pulling the car around. a hair is a file and cuticle tool for your nasty nails. I expect you to have it finished by arrival. Yes mother dearest I say rolling my eyes. She scoffs leading the way to the front porch and out to the driveway.

My father jumps out of his 1970 Lincoln Continental to open mother's door for her. While I slide into the back seat of black leather. Pushing my cuticles back I ask where we are going. La meer crescent of course my father chirps. We will be meeting up with the Lovells. Seriously I say in utter contempt. Is Lucas going to be there? Why of course he is going to be there. why wouldn't he be? I don't know because we are 19 now and have our own lives to live. Mother scoffs you are hardly ready to control your own lives you can hardly dress appropriately. I dress just fine I just don't center my life around being accepted by stuffy brats I say filing the pinky of my left hand.

Last time I had seen Lucas we were 9. His mother and father stayed for a week. He got me in so much trouble. Let a dozen or so skinks lose in the house. Throwing a whole giant comb of honey all over my new dress. The last day he shoved me into my mom's expensive antique vase. Every time having some excuse for how innocent he was and I made him do it. Flooded in old regretful memories, why do I have to be there? Because we have some exciting news and our oldest dearest friends are a part of that news. Awesome Hopefully he comes with less elaborate deflecting excuses. Really Jade It was 10 years ago grow up. Sorry he couldn't leave a better lasting impression I'm sure that's my fault too I say rolling my eyes.

Look these are my friends and you will not spoil this event or the consequences will be harshly dealt with. Do you understand me Jade Anderson?

Yes father I'm sorry I say through gritted teeth.

Are we almost to the restaurant we are going to be late it's 6:50 now? We are fine and on good time just two more minutes away now. Then I see a magnificent white marble building adorned with a gold vining accent. The words La meer crescent In golden old English cursive writing. As we stop father says wait for the valet I'll let you and your mother out. Two seconds later a man appears from the doors. Welcome to La meer crescent shall I have your ticket and keys please. Yes Sir do be careful with my car it's new and fully upgraded. Of course Mr Anderson we only give the best of service at La meer crescent. My father hands him the tickets and key shuffling out of the car opening the door for mother and then myself.