Chapter 37

• I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Rosy lips, rosy cheeks and a good amount of eyeliner along with mascara popped the blue in my eyes. Nola stood behind weaving through my hair into a loose fishtail braid with curls of my honey blonde falling free around my round face.
• It reminded me of the day I prepared myself like this for my first prom. Even then the man on my arms was my papa. Every other boys at my class were too scared even to look at me because of Papa's death stares whenever they tried.
• I used to hate that first, though by time I was glad he did that for I had seen a few breakups of my female friends, and they were nasty enough for them to run for therapy. One even tried to commit suicide. I never wished to go through that pain ever.