Mom stayed with me the whole time as I prepared for tonight. I just had a shower and now she insisted to do my make-up; I didn’t argue though since I know how good she is at that department. I was just wearing my robe when she told me to sit at my vanity mirror.
“Let’s dry your hair first,” She said. “What do you want to do with your hair tonight?”
She started the hair dryer and started drying my hair.
“It’s up to you, Mom,” I said. “Whatever you think would go better with the dress; I entrust everything to you tonight.”
“Well, in that case I’ll have it put up into a semi-messy bun,” She said. “That would make your look more appealing.”
So, she started her magic on me and I just sat there waiting for her to make things done. She did as she said and put my hair into what she wanted
