Fifteen

CASSIE’S POV

When I say my mom is talented, I really do mean it. I looked at my hair in awe and my jaw didn’t waste time in dropping. “How do you even do it?” I asked her in shock as I touched my hair. She styled it in a beautiful French Queen braid and decorated the top with little pearls. I looked so beautiful with it.

“My mom taught me,” she said as she smoothened the skirt of my dress when I stood up. “Then you have to teach me,” I said to her as I went to slip on my shoes. “That will I do,” she giggled. There was a knock on the door which drew our attention.

“Come in,” my mom said. The door opened and my dad walked in. he was dressed in a pair of dark blue slacks and a white dress shirt was tucked in. Even though he looked handsome and intimidating, he looked as if he’d rather tuck out the shirt.

“My two ladies are looking beautiful and eatable,” dad joked making us laugh at him. I liked his cockiness. “Aren’t you meant to be waiting for the family?” Mom asked him. He rolled hi