"You cant be serious, are you really going to go meet this guy?"
I sighed giggling at my friend." Your damn straight I am." I said curling my hair.
"You don't even know him, nor his name for crying out loud."
"Would you stop with the lecturing, why do you think im going to go meet him." Looking up at her.
"Its been a month...do you think he will notice?"
I sighed. "I hope not, I mean its only been a month." I stood looking myself over in the mirror.
My curled brown hair felled perfect on my shoulders. I smiled my black thigh high dress bringing out my hazel eyes. No makeup though, I didn't belive in wearing makeup. You weren't born wearing makeup, a man will love the disque you paint your face with.
I felt a set of hands wrap around my waist. "You look beautiful sweetie." I smiled turning in her arms kissing her cheek. "Thank you darling."
"Now let me go before I be late." She sighed moving
Grabing her phone and purse off the dresser, "Call me when you get there and leave got it?" Her voice stern
I rolled my eyes. "Yes mother."
Thirty mintues more of lecturing I was on my way to meet him.
YOU ARE READING
Behind her make up(Ongoing book)
Mystery / ThrillerYou painted a perfect picture, Like a beautiful storm, Blue and purple paint splash horrible on her arms, Swollen double in size cherry lips, Purple lines you put there a thousand times under her eyes, Plead a thousand times you would never leave an...
