Libby was already waiting at the door. She grabbed my hand. “Come on, come on, you’re late! We only have a few hours to get both of us ready.” I was only five minutes late, but God only knew what Libby had in store for me. First, she applied makeup to my face and then to hers. My makeup was very subtle and didn’t give me any hints as to what I was going to be. Libby’s makeup, on the other hand, was heavy. She had dark red lipstick on and purple eye shadow. She glued fake eyelashes onto her eyelids and covered her cheeks with blush. She looked a lot like a p********e. Then Libby started working on our hair. She kept her strawberry hair down and put just a few waves throughout it; my hair, on the other hand, was braided into two pigtails that lay on my shoulders. They didn’t look
