Chapter 50: Awkwardness

And we finally get to the day of the anniversary party.

If this party dragged on any longer, mom would die out of anxiety, and she would take every single one of us down to hell with her.

On that day, she forces me out of bed at 6 o’clock sharp and pins me down in the makeup chair. Before I even realize, there are already three people doing my hair, face, and nails at the same time.

“Mom!” I protest. “This is your big day. Just leave me be.”

“Oh honey, but I want you to look great as well…Apply more contour to her nose.” She instructs the stylist, while wearing a super expensive facial mask which costs like 100 USD per piece.

Luckily, my makeover is done a little past noon. Just when I thought I was finally able to grab a bite, mom told me that I should stay famished, to better fit the evening gown.

“Are you crazy?” I snap. My temper becomes worse because of hunger. “I’m not going on a hunger strike just because of a stupid fucking gown!”

“Language!” Mom dodges the stylist’s brush and