Prom
Chapter 1
"You look beautiful." my mom whispers.
I open my eyes, and look at myself in the mirror. I don't like what I see, I love it. When I look at myself—curly hair, gold eyeshadow, red lipstick, rosy cheeks; all the touch-ups and add-ons done to my face—I shudder. I've never seen myself like this before.
"Are you sure? Are you sure that this is the real me?" I ask mom.
When she's done curling the rest of my hair, she smiles and nods. "Positive."
I frown when I remember that I have no date. "Too bad it will all go to waste."
Mom sighs. "Why do you think so negatively? This is prom!" I hear her voice rising. "You should be happy! This is all you've been talking about for the past week!"
"Yeah! But, I thought I'd have a date by now!" I shout back.
"Madeleine Hazel, I did not just go through an hour of doing your hair and makeup to hear you complain about not having a date!" Mom shouts.
I pause for a while, thinking about what she said.
I sigh. "You're right," And she is right, she turned me into something beautiful.
From sad droopy eyelids to gold eyeshadow with sexy cat-eye designs. From pale, dull lips to red, full ones. She did make me beautiful.
"Of course, I'm right," Mom grins. "Now, let's put your dress on."
I obey her order. I stand up from the chair in front of the mirror in my bathroom. I walk towards my bedroom, not saying a word. I sit on my bed, and watch my mom as she takes out the dress from my closet. She opens up the protector, and takes the actual dress out. I gasp.
I've only seen the dress once. My mother and I went to Macy's to go look for a dress the week before. My mom suggested that I wear a pink fluffy gown that has a ruffles down to my knees. I didn't like it. So, I picked the dress that was closest to me. I tried it on and I loved it, and so did my mom. It was—and still is—the perfect dress.
It is a red dress that goes down to my feet, and has gold straps that flow down in the back. It exposes my back, but still makes me look elegant and classy.
I put on the dress, and mom zips it up. I look to the full-body mirror to my right. I look at myself from head to toe. I can feel my mouth forming into a little smile. I guess my mom caught my smile, because she's smiling with me.
I put on my shoes, which are simple black stilettos. I walk around in them, trying to adjust, since I've never really worn heels before; let alone stilettos.
"I'll wait for you downstairs," she says.
"Okay," I reply. And she leaves my room.
I look at myself once more in the full-body mirror. I hate to admit it; but I look so freaking gorgeous.
I sigh. "Well," I tell myself. "Let's go to prom."