Sam POV
"When are you going to be finished, mom?" I asked
"Soon. You'll see, be patient," she ordered.
I frowned. The clock is ticking and it's about to strike six thirty.
She shook her head. "I'm having so much fun," she explained.
I sighed. Mom has this mind-boggling array of tools and products that she just can't get enough of using on me.
She's almost done with my hair and makeup when the doorbell rang.
Urgh! Great. Rome's here and I'm not even done yet. Always a gentleman, always an early bird.
"Oh! I'll get that. Stay here, sweetie."
"As if I have a choice," I huffed under my breath.
"And no peeking!" She warned.
I wanted to look at myself in the mirror so bad. The suspense is adding up to my nerves! I don't know where my mom got the idea to cover up the mirror attached to
