Renee’s POV
Debbie’s worries of divorce are lodged out of her mind and now her thoughts are consumed of the talent show happening at her school.
“Debbie hold still,” I urge her as I try to click the clip through her high pony tail.
“It’s hurts!” She whines and wiggles some more.
“Not if you don’t move,” I tell her. I’m finally able to secure the clip. “There,@ I tell her and hold up a handheld mirror for her to see. “What do you think?”
Debbie’s face lights up into a smile highlighting her rosy cheeks. “I look amazing!” She squeals. I smile.
Debbie runs across the bedroom floor to the full length mirror and takes in her entire appearance.
She’s dressed in a sparkly pink long-sleeved shirt paired with a corridor black skirt, her hair tied up into a braided pony tail, and just a smea
