THIRTY SEVEN

Cheska

"You'll look so amazing when I'm finished with you" I assured Hannah as I curled her hair up with the flat iron.

"I don't know Mrs. Crivelli- Cheska. Are you sure it's not too much? What if he doesn't like me?" I hissed my teeth and went to stand in front of her.

"He would be silly not to. You look amazing." she stood up and stared at herself in the mirror.

"Are you sure this dress works well for me?

Don't I look fat?"

"Miss Hannah, you look amazing. Now let's go, he's about to be here in five minutes"

I held on to her hand and led her downstairs. The minute we got to the bottom of the stairs the door opened and Prince walked in. He looked at us suspiciously and placed the bag he had in his hands on the sofa.

"What's going on here?" He looked at Hannah from head to toe. "You like nice Hannah.

Where are you going?"

"On a date!" I answered crossing my arms. He laughed but became serious when he took notice that we weren't laughing.

"Hannah. Where did you meet this man?"