It is night already which means a few minutes before the office dinner party. If it wasn’t for Rebecca and her dumb little influencing mouth, I wouldn’t have been getting ready. Goddamn! Richie didn’t even ask me to be his date, it was like a saying because he didn’t bother to hear my opinion on that.
Rebecca has spent almost an hour painting my face all in the name of makeup and I’m f*****g exhausted from that.
"Goddamn! Becca, how long is it gonna take?" I say, groaning in annoyance
"Just a few touches and we will be done." She responds
I swear she has been saying that for the past thirty minutes. She applied a red lipstick on my lip and closed the tub before handing me a small mirror to look at myself. As I gaze at my reflection, the thoughts of my horrible sixteenth birthday par
