Maria and I stood side by side, applying makeup in front of her dresser mirror. Rachel walked in and smiled at us.
“Aw, I feel like a proud mom whose daughter is getting ready for the prom,” she placed a hand over her heart. She looked at me. “Now you have her back by midnight and no later.”
“Hell no,” I said. “We are keeping the party going all night long.” I bumped Maria’s hip with mine.
Maria snorted. “Uh huh, Miss In-Bed-By-Nine.”
“That was one time after a really long day!”
I finished putting mascara on and stepped back to get a better look of myself. I didn’t even hardly recognize the woman staring back at me. Maria had styled my hair in a curly side pony and I had watched a tutorial on the best evening out smokey-eye makeup looks. Betw
