"I can't believe we didn't make a plan for this," Lilith groaned in frustration, lying flat on the couch.
"We could just go with casual makeup. I think we can manage," I replied, trying to convince Lilith that it wasn't a big deal.
But my words only seemed to provoke her further, as she shot me a murderous glare that made me backtrack. "Or not..."
"If not, because we're not driving ourselves to the dance, I'll just go to the venue from the salon," Lilith said. "I hope that silly guy I asked out has a good ride because God knows I'll lose it if he drives one of those monster trucks from that movie... is it a monster truck? Guys from Hills High seem to love that stuff."
I couldn't help but laugh as I responded, "He's cute. You'll manage."
Lilith beat me to laughter. "I have no idea abou
