My Secret Valentine

Chapter 5 - My First Date!

       Rarely have I ever spent a night over at Trinity's place on a school night, but my parents didn't mind since my dad would be home to see my sister off to school. The reason was for my first official makeup session with Trinity and I was anxiously ecstatic. I knew Trinity was aiming to recreate the same look I had in the mall. Even if she couldn't I still would be grateful and I trusted her enough to look my best. The last thing I would've wanted was for her to be frustrated with herself.

We chuckled frequently as she added her finishing touches, "All done," she sang proudly.

        We walked into the bathroom and gazed in the mirror as she asked me for my opinion. I loved it. I felt pretty for once and was ready to show off my new look. I wished we didn't wear uniforms so I could piece everything together, but spirit day was coming soon. I was glad to have shared this moment with my best friend.

       I wouldn't have wished for it any other way.

          She specified the importance of treating my face with the proper care, and she warned me there would be an embarrassing consequence if I didn't listen. When she finished badgering me she went on to share how she used some kind of holding spray that'll keep my makeup lasting all day. I didn't know a thing like that existed, but I didn't question her. There was a lot that I needed to learn but I would take it a step at a time. I was in the right hands.

We heard a knock on her bedroom door, "Can I come in," a young woman's voice asked.

"Yeah," Trinity answered back.

It was her dad's girlfriend, Stacy, coming in curious to know if we planned on joining them for breakfast. "Oh, my gosh, Faye," she said softly.

         Stacy was a soft-spoken woman, she appeared to look younger when there was a ten-year age difference between Trinity's dad and his girlfriend. Her dad was fifty-one as she was forty-one and initially, it almost caused a blow-up since everyone assumed he scooped himself a young tenderoni – they both looked amazing for their age either way.

          Trinity smirked as she backed away slowly to admire her work. I sincerely didn't know how to accept and soak in a compliment. It was unsettling as well as my uncontrolled blushing, I stood like a shy little kid. "You look beautiful," she complimented.

I thanked her and ultimately gave Trinity the credit she was rightfully owed. "You are a pretty girl either way. I never would've guessed you were into makeup. Great job, Trin!"

    Trinity's face lit up like a Christmas tree at night as she enjoyed being complimented. "Thank you,'' she mouthed. "Oh— we'll be done in a sec!" She responded.

           Stacey excused herself for us to have some privacy even though we were following behind her shortly. I was eager to Facetime Bryan but was advised not to as Trinity wanted to witness his reaction in person. She went on to exaggerate the possibility of him fainting or exploding, neither of which I wanted to occur but it would be awkward if Bryan was googling-eyed too. Still, I entertained the theory and betted Trinity on it. We jogged downstairs joining her family for a hearty breakfast.

         Downstairs the dining table was filled with children's laughter and different audios played from their phones. They share jokingly conversations while chowing down on their breakfast, food particles flew all over as they chew with their mouths open – ew! I followed Trinity into the kitchen as we usually ate on the counter since her folks allowed us to – they understood, thankfully. The smell of eggs was the first thing you breathed in along with french toast, grits, and turkey sausage with orange juice to wash everything consumed down the throat. We practically drowned our plates with syrup, "Uh-Uh, not too much," Stacey chimed, both I and Trinity glanced at each other and snickered as we added on butter. Too late!