Money

Chapter 2

An hour after my co-ordinated red breakfast there's a ring at the doorbell, mum rushes from where she's been sat watching a programme about jewellery, to the door. I hear muffled voices and a "don't tell her" then mum appears in the door way of the sitting room. I look up from my iPhone,
"Angeline, there's someone out in the hall waiting for you, it's part of your surprise!" I place my iPhone in my dressing gown pocket and walk into the hall, there's a woman with short blonde hair, blue eyes, her eyelids covered in lime green shadow, purple lips and bright pink cheeks. She looks a little scary if I'm honest. By her feet there is a huge black case and a coat hanger, whatever is hanging on the coat hanger is covered by a large plastic sheet. Mum escorts us to my room and gives us a bright smile,
"Have fun!" I'm too busy wondering why my mum has locked me in a room with a bright, middle aged woman, to have any fun. The woman scans my room before pushing me towards my large, white dressing table. She pushes me onto the small matching stool before reaching down and opening the suitcase.
"Now," she says in a surprisingly calm and soothing voice, "were gonna make you the prettiest birthday princess anyone has ever seen! And I'm Viv and your Angeline yes?" I nod before looking at the now opened suitcase. It's filled with makeup, hair products and accessories . I'm just praying she doesn't make me her, green eyed, purple lipped twin.

"Open," Viv commands, after an hour and a half of pimping, poking and applying, my makeup is finally done. Viv smiles down at me and steps away from the mirror she's been hiding with her body, I feel full of relief. My dark green eyes are not drowning in lime green, but a light, creamy shade of brown, my cheeks are colourless apart from the small amount of glitter that glitters every-time I turn my head, my lips are a light shade of pink. When I look up I can see a black curtain of mascara, and the spot that has been erupting on my chin for the past three days has vanished. The top part of my jet-black hair has been pulled back loosely and tied in a bun at the back of my head, the rest of my waist-length hair is loose around my shoulders. Viv may look like she just ran away from the circus but she knows how to make people look good. I just have two other questions.
What's under the plastic sheet on the coat hanger and what is all this for?