Life Changer

Chapter 3. Show Off

  I looked at my reflected self after Madeline had finished with my makeup and hair.

  My long, brunette curled hair was flowing down my back like a gorgeous waterfall. I had little makeup on my face (to make my mom happy) although I wish I had none which included eyeliner, to emphasize my blue eyes, mascara, and a light pink blush.

  I always felt like I looked different in the mirror than in real life. It was like the mirror only saw what was on the outside, a beautiful,rich young lady, and not what was in the inside, a caring girl who hated being home schooled.

  Sometimes I think people only notice me because of my looks and not because of the person I really am. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so good looking so maybe I could trust people easier.

  After I was sure my face looked spectacular, I grabbed my mask from the table and made my way down the stairs, towards the ball room.

  "You look so beautiful, sweetheart," my mom replied as soon as she saw me entering the ball room.

   "Thanks, mom. I have a question," I said after a moment of silence.

   "Yes, what is it?"my mom asked.

   "Why exactly are we having a ball tonight?" I asked her.

   "Your father wants you to meet some people. And he also really wanted to show off the new house!" she said with a huge smile planted on her face.

   Now that I look at her, my mother really is as beautiful as everyone says her to be. She was a natural blonde but after she took over the business, she decided to start dying her hair a light, almost red, brown.

   She had the same crystal, blue eyes as me, which made her stand out in any crowd. Then again, she would stand out in a crowd even if she didn't have her blue eyes. You see, my mother used to be a singer. And a well-known singer she was.

   After she had me, she gave up her singing career to take care of me while I was still young. Now she owns Whitemen Inc. next to my father.

   All of that work must be stressful because I swear, everyday she comes home with a new streak of white in her hair. She covers them up well though. She has to die her hair almost every month so no one will see her little white hairs.

   And to think, my parents want me to take over the company. It's way too much work for me and I especially don't need my hair turning into a different shade.

   "Stacy?" my mother said. She sounded worried.

   "Yes?"

   "Are you all right?"

   "I'm wonderful. Just ready for this night to be over so I can take a well-deserved, beauty sleep."

   "I'm with you."