36
I studied myself in the mirror and smiled. I didn’t look half bad, especially with Allie’s help. She’d applied most of my makeup and teased my hair into a wavy loose up-do. I actually felt like I was going to the prom.
“You look so pretty,” gushed my sister. “And I love that dress on you. You have to let me borrow it someday.”
“When you’re eighteen,” I said. “It’s a little over the top for a twelve-year-old.”
“I’m almost thirteen,” she reminded me for the umpteenth time.
“Oh, pardon me.”
It was a sexy dress. It fit me like a glove and shimmered when I walked. Allie had actually made me twirl for her a half dozen times. When I almost fell over wearing the heels, both of us had burst out laughing.
A loud knock on the door marked my date’s arrival.
I looked at myself again and sigh
