Ciara
I hurried to get ready. I showered, braided my long blonde hair, put on a touch of light make-up. I wasn’t really into make-up, I hated the way it made my skin feel sometimes. I dressed in a pair of gray skinny jeans and a purple off-the-shoulder peasant blouse. I put on a pair of purple-heeled leather boots to complete my outfit. I grabbed a light sweater just in case the weather turned tonight.
I heard low voices as I walked into the living room. My dads were talking to Shooter, and they all clammed up when I walked in.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Nothing, princess, we were just chatting as Shooter waited for you,” my dad said, quickly looking at my papa.
“Oookaaay.” I looked at Shooter, and he had a huge grin on his face.
“You look beautiful, baby.”
I smiled, “Thank
