Andrea's shriek turned every head in the store.
"Mom? What's the matter?" Kesha tugged at her mother's arm, clearly irritated.
Andrea, seemingly oblivious to her daughter's annoyance, stared at me with a mix of shock and confusion, her eyes darting across my face and body.
I was probably the only one who understood the reason behind her dramatic reaction.
Today, I hadn't bothered with my usual ugly makeup, and my master had once told me I bore a striking resemblance to my mother in both looks and demeanor.
Pausing my efforts to break free from Oscar, I flashed a smile and graciously took his arm.
"Oscar, who are these ladies?"
"This is my classmate Kesha and her mother," Oscar responded promptly, shedding his usual carefree persona to play the part of the perfect boyfriend.
"Oscar,
