45-Maroon lipstick

“Quickly fix up her hair she’s supposed to go down now. It’s almost 8.” Mom told the hairdresser. A woman with colorful highlights in her hair. She had purple, pink, maroon and red.

“Yes, just need more pins to keep your hair up then you’re good.” She smiled at me and then continued fumbling with my hair.

“We are running out of time.” Mom said. “And did she put on perfume already?”

“Not yet.” The stylist said. Another woman, but she was a redhead with a nose ring.

“You people are so slow.” Mom said going to grab perfume on the draw. “I hired you instead of our usual because this day is very special, now you’re making me regret it.”

“No, that’s not her perfume!” The stylist told me. “That’s Alice’s.”

I looked up and saw mom with a purple bottle of perfume with a black grape drawn in the front. “Where is hers then?”

“It’s right here.” The stylist took the perfume from the dresser. “I’ll just wait for Kisha to finish with her hair first.”

Mom looked at her diamond wrist watch impatiently.