Chapter Three: Ladies’ NightMicki
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror actually paying attention to how I was doing my hair and my make up, because I wanted to look good for Cassie. I could—and had tried to—tell myself it was for any other of a hundred reasons, but the bottom line was: I wanted to look good for that girl.
I had no idea if she was straight or gay. I knew what I was, and what I was meant that I had absolutely no business getting myself all gussied up for another girl. But, I reasoned, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to look good, right? And, I was the manager; I was an example for all of the employees, so I should look extra good, right?
I finished finger styling my hair, put on my mascara, and then grabbed my stuff for wor
