My mother and I cleaned throughout the entire morning and some of the afternoon. We took a lunch break to gain some energy to finish up all of mom's cleaning list. We was both famished when we sat down and ate a quick lunch. We barely even had the energy to maintain conversation.
We got through lunch and finished all of the cleaning in time for a quick power nap.
I welcomed every second of sleep that I got in with our 30 minute power nap. The hard part was not sleeping longer.
After our nap I helped mother with the start of dinner. She wanted it to be relatively formal. So she began kneading some bread, and I began preparing a pot roast.
After getting a start on dinner, I looked at the time, and saw I was running low on it. I announced the time to my mother and suggested that I start getting ready for my dinner date. She smiled and nodded in agreement. She thought it would be good for me to prepare for dinner and when I finished to keep an eye on dinner so she could prepare as well.
I strolled down the hall in another world. I was going to transform into my new form. I felt giddy. I took off my robe and laid it down on my bed. I went to my dress to see if it was still as suitable to wear today as it was yesterday. I approved and took it down from my door. I went into the bathroom and washed up from all of the cleaning. I applied cherry blossom lotion to sweeten my smell.
After I was satisfied I was clean and smelling good, I applied my deodorant, glittery body spray, and began to dress. The dress looked perfect on me. It showed off my curves, and fit like a glove. I picked up my dirty pajamas and went back to my bedroom and slammed dunked my dirty clothes into my hamper. I slipped my low heels on, and glided my way to my mirror. I ran a brush through my hair, trying to catch an idea as to what kind of style I should obtain. I decided to put my sides up, and leave two long strips out to frame my face with. I added some gel to the back to add some waves. I plugged in my curling iron to add curls to the hair strips I left out. While I waited for it to heat up, I started on my make up. I applied my foundation powder first. I blended it on my face evenly, and added a hint of blush to my cheek bones. I then added some concealer under my eyes and around my blemishes. I added a coat of powder and took my big brush to make sure I was blended well.
I began working on my eyes next. I added a coat of light beige eye shadow to my lids. I added a darker shade of brown to outline my eyes, displaying a smokey eye look. I added a coat of eyeliner to the edge of my eye lid. While it was drying I moved back to my hair to finish it up. I added curls to my hanging strips of hair and sprayed my hair lightly with a coat of hairspray. I unplugged my curling iron, and finished my eye make up. I added my mascara, and a small layer of lip gloss to give my lips some shine.
I put on my denim jacket, and did a twirl in front of my mirror to give myself an all around look. I felt satisfied with my appearance. I added a pink beaded necklace, and a pair of silver hooped earrings. I was happy with my polished off look. I could have danced around my room with my happy spirit, but I knew I had little time to spare.
I went back to the kitchen to relieve my mother so she could get dressed. The kitchen smelled of bread, and roast. The aroma made my stomach growl. My mother looked exausted. I gave her an encouraging smile. She asked me to get a salad started and to peal some small potatoes while she got ready.
I agreed and started to getting out everything for the salad.
I could feel the butterflies starting to fly in the pit of my stomach. Time was starting to stand still with anticipation of my arriving date. My mother whispered "You look beautiful" before leaving the kitchen to get herself ready. I beamed a smile and started chopping the lettuce for the salad.
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