Chapter 6

It is night already which means a few minutes before the office dinner party. If it wasn’t for Rebecca and her dumb little influencing mouth, I wouldn’t have been getting ready. Goddamn! Richie didn’t even ask me to be his date, it was like a saying because he didn’t bother to hear my opinion on that.

Rebecca has spent almost an hour painting my face all in the name of makeup and I’m fucking exhausted from that.

"Goddamn! Becca, how long is it gonna take?" I say, groaning in annoyance

"Just a few touches and we will be done." She responds

I swear she has been saying that for the past thirty minutes. She applied a red lipstick on my lip and closed the tub before handing me a small mirror to look at myself. As I gaze at my reflection, the thoughts of my horrible sixteenth birthday party flashed through my eyes. That was the last time I had makeup done. I instantly dropped the mirror on the table trying so hard not to react.

"You don’t like the makeup?" Rebecca asks

I gulped the lump