Think Of Me

Chapter Two

“Amy, I am a twenty-four year old mother of a three-year-old! I cannot wear a dress like that!” Jeanna exclaimed, thrusting the revealing little black dress back into her friend's arms. While Risa took the last of her afternoon nap, Amy was helping Jeanna find something nice to wear to the theater.

“Oh, come on, Jeanna. Dress to impress! It might help you get back into the dating scene,” Amy argued back, still holding the dress out for Jeanna. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts with a loose strapless blouse that had a sweetheart neckline.

Jeanna rolled her eyes. “What guy wants to date a mediocre looking woman who has a child? And I don't want to look more dressed up than you!” Amy smacked her in the arm. “Ow! What was that for?”

“For being such an idiot. You're gorgeous. Any man would die to take you on a date.”

Jeanna scoffed. Yeah, well then explain to me why that hasn't happened yet. She moved aside more hangers in her closet. The majority of the clothes she had were “baby/child friendly”; no low cut tops, mostly t-shirts, pant suits, jeans. She pushed an old Green Day t-shirt away and pulled out a knee length summer dress that she had never worn before. It still had the price tags.

“What if I wore this?” she questioned, showing the dress to Amy.

“Put it on,” Amy demanded.

Because Amy was Jeanna's best friend, she had no problem changing in front of her. She ripped the price tags off the dress and stepped into it, zipping it up easily. The bodice fit closely to her body and flared out from her hips to her knees in small pleats.

Amy whistled. “Damn, girl, you look good!”

Jeanna smiled and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Happily, she twirled around. The dress fit in all the right places, showing off her curves and the turquoise fabric brought out her red hair beautifully. She couldn't believe the next words to come out of her mouth.

“Will you do my hair and makeup?”

Amy grinned. “Yes, ma'am. Now sit, sit, sit.” She ushered Jeanna to the bench at her vanity and immediately began working.

When she was finished, Amy handed Jeanna a hand mirror so she could see the back of her hair. Amy had decided to pull Jeanna's hair back in a French twist, leaving a few ringlets hanging free in the front. Her makeup was simple as well, an enticing smokey eye.

“Well?” Amy asked, satisfied with her work.

“You just may be the best friend ever,” Jeanna smiled at her friend as she slipped on a pair of white wedged Toms. “Thank you.”

The knob turned on Jeanna's bedroom door and a sleepy Risa entered, rubbing her eyes. “Mommy, I'm hungry.”

Jeanna looked at her bedside clock, seeing that it was almost time for them to leave and get dinner. “Okay, kiddo. Let's go get dressed and then we can go eat, okay?” She helped Risa back to her room and into a navy and white striped dress and red Converse. She struggled to keep Risa still while she French braided her hair in pigtails (*).