I woke up late the next morning.
“Thank goodness that I don’t have to go to work this morning.” I said to myself as I sluggishly got out of bed.
I stood in front of the mirror staring at how messed up I looked, my hair looked so greasy and my skin looked like it was having a breakdown
“I can’t possibly attend a wedding looking like this.” I said to myself.
I had a quick shower, dressed up and went to get my hair and makeup done at a nearby salon.
“I’ll be at your place to pick you up by noon” Manuel texted me just when the hair stylist finished styling my hair.
“What kind of makeup do you want?” the makeup artist asked.
“Something very light and a red lipstick”
“Okay ma’am”
“Hold on a bit”
“Is there a problem”
“Can I get my finger and toe nails done first?”
“Yes of course” sh
