* Pic is of Candice’s mum - isn’t she gorgeous!?
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Mum woke her up at seven o’clock, knocking gently on her door.
“Wake up, honey, we’ve got to go pick up Dad from the airport.”
“Mmmm…”
“We’re leaving in half an hour,” Mum warned before closing the door softly behind her.
Arggh… I love you sleep. Come back to me…
Candice sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.
Ugh. So early! If this wasn’t for you, Dad, it wouldn’t be happening…
She crawled out of bed and wrapped her dressing gown round her before sleepily making her way to the shower. She bumped her shoulder into the door frame, and winced, blinking.
Ouch. Stay open eyes, stay open.
After ten minutes under the hot stream of water, hair freshly shampooed and conditioned, skin exfoliated, and legs shaved, she felt like a new person. Rosa bumbled sleepily into the bathroom after her, looking like a little cocoon wrapped in her ‘blankie’. Candice ruffled her hair as she walked past, and went straight to hear wardrobe.
Ahhh. Thankyou, JCREW, Alice & Olivia, and Tory Burch. You make life so easy.
She grabbed her favorite cable knit jumper, a long pleated grey wool maxi skirt, her favorite ankle boots, and a matching bag. After drying her hair, pulling it up into a loose topknot, and spritzing with hairspray, she carefully applied a little foundation, mascara, blush, and contour.
Eeeee! So excited!
She put on her favorite pearl earrings and looked in the mirror.
Perfect.
“Mum!” she called, racing out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.
“Yes, honey?” her voice was muffled, coming from the master bedroom.
Candice poked her head round the corner.
“Wow!”
She looked amazing, dressed in a white broderie anglaise blouse, tight fitting light blue skinny jeans, long shiny brown boots, and a camel pea coat with a fur collar. Her eyes popped with the coppery eyeshadow she was applying, and her lips were velvety with a delicate nude lipstick.
“You look amazing, Mum.”
“Thankyou, honey,” she smiled in the mirror, swiping mascara over her eyelashes. “You look gorgeous, too! I haven’t seen you wear that skirt much.” She turned and pouted. “There, what do you think?”
“Perfect, Mum. You look like a goddess.”
Mum blushed. “Aw, sweetie!” she came over and kissed Candice’s forehead. “We’d better go,” she checked her watch. “Rosa!?”
“Coming, Mummy!” The light thud thud of Rosa’s little feet running down the hall sounded, and she was there in a flurry of damp curls, lace, and pink denim. Candice smiled, perching on the edge of the big bed and watching them with a smile on her lips.
“Let me dry your hair, honey,” Mum said, scooping up the giggling little girl and plopping her on her stool in front of her dresser. Rosa sat obediently while Mum flicked on her hair drier and expertly plumped and smoothed her mass of curls.
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