A homeless woman

★★★★

The evening arrived and Jasmine found no cocktail dress in her wardrobe. She was also not willing to buy one before going to the party since she did not care how people would look at her. If people raised their fingers on her, she would be extremely glad because, from now on, she would care for the opportunities that could ruin that jerk's image.

"Mummy, are you deliberately trying to look bad?" Payne asked as she watched her mother wearing old, dirty clothes, with excessive makeup on her face.

"Do you think I look bad?" Jasmine asked her daughter.

"Yeah, your face looks like a two-year-old drew on it with crayons. And the dress you're wearing looks like you haven't bought a new dress in years; a homeless woman,” Payne described distastefully, as her mother had never adorned herself in such a horrifying way.

"I like your thoughts. Today is Halloween for me," Jasmine said, dragging her brush with blush powder across her cheeks, making herself even more hideous.

"Are you going