Chapter 42 The Party
- I ran my mascara over my lashes for the umpteenth time, making sure it was just enough; I loved my mascara in between messy and just okay.
- And all those while he sat there looking at me.
- "He was the one who came yesterday, then?" My father asked, and I rolled my eyes, "What? I'm just inquiring, don't act like I just told you he was a wimp."