I'm on edge with Khalil about what he said, he's upset with Lovely about her snitching, and she's still mad at me for apparently being selfish. It's one big sawty ass cycle.
My mom keeps telling us to all just talk it out and some shit about she don't want all her kids "beefing" but baby ain't no beef over here.
I've decided to just ignore the both of them and focus on bigger problems; my career and prom.
My clientele has increased over the last month. I have three today for example.
The best part about being a makeup artist is it doesn't take long. I can do two clients in one morning if it's that serious.
I'm prevailing in school and without cheer I feel like I have so much free time. I'll definitely be back on the team next year though, this lil break has given me time to breath from it and miss it in the process.
Melody's captain now and I'm sooo happy for her. A big part of me is just glad it was her. Like if you gonna take my spot at least give it to my bestie. She was co-captain anyways so it was bound to happen.
As I'm getting the dining room prepped for my first client Lovely comes from the kitchen. We share a glance and I look away before she gets the chance to shoot me any dirty looks. She been doing that shit alllll week.
My dress is done and Noah's going to go pick it up for me later today. I already seen it in pictures so I know that it looks good but I'm still super excited to try it on and paint the picture in my head of myself all glammed up in it next month.
When my first client finally arrives, she wants a natural look so that only takes me about forty-five minutes. Then my second client is the complete opposite: She wants a full glam with ombre on the eyes.
Now I'm just wrapping everything up and as I do so Khalil comes from upstairs and I leave, taking everything up to my room and organizing the box I keep everything in. I need some more storage for this shit.
When I get back downstairs I see Lovely passing through from the kitchen and Khalil sitting at the table in the dining room.
"Finally!" My mother shouts and we all pause. She rushes into the room and stands in the doorway, looking around at the three of us.
