30. I might break your toes

I checked myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful. The black long dress my mother bought me was hugging me perfectly. It wasn't anything fancy. It was elegant and classy.

It was perfect.

To make it more beautiful my mom applied me red lipstick. Don't mind me but my mother did my makeup. It was after all a  business party we were going to. I couldn't risk doing makeup on my own and messing things up. Or in this case, mess my face up. 

"Is that me?" I asked staring at the mirror. It was like I was staring at some stranger.

"Yeah, sweetheart it's you. You actually look gorgeous. Your Dad would be too proud. And not to mention protective today." She said laughing.

I laughed along.

We were going to a party organized for the rich business people. Although we were not that rich as the people over there, still we were considered among o