ISRA
The day of the mating ball, I made sure I did all my chores on time, and went back to work on my dress, I sat on the floor for hours with the little needle going through the fabrics.
“Isra! It’s time, we don’t expect us to wait for you do you?” Mrs Joan yelled from upstairs.
I stared at myself in the mirror, the gown clung to my figure, and I made a design on the flare with a blue cloth and feathers.
It wasn’t perfect but it was a lot better than it was before, I didn’t have any heels, and I had no choice but to wear flat shoes.
I straightened my hair, and let it fall on my shoulders, I heaved a sigh after I was done. My lips looked dried, so I took the lipgloss and applied it on it.
The lipgloss wasn’t mine but Stacy which she had thrown away, I saw it and took it, same wi
