Emma's POV:
"Finally the make up is done." Trisha screamed, I was sitting on on my bed and she was doing my make up. I could also do my makeup but I never got anytime to even touch the make up.
"Can I see myself." I asked her, it was 7:10 and the party had already began. I wanted to go down but she kept applying tons of layers on my face. I think I must have a gain a kilo or two by now.
"Nope, I have do your hair." Anger boiled in me when she said about my hair, I had a hair cut this morning and literally my hair reached a inch below my chest. I cried when the parlor lady kept cutting my hairs. Trisha bought the hot curling iron next to my face, I could literally feel the heat radiating from the curler. I just hoped the rest of my hair doesn't falls down by itself.
I have been sitting
