Zara’s PovOnce I see the little girl the woman is holding, who is about Lila’s age, the dots connect in my head.Andrea. Lila’s friend.I do a double-take and sure enough, the woman holding her is none other than her mother, Camilla.The heavy heavy cake-like makeup she has on her face makes her look like somebody else. It gives her a different look and I almost didn't recognize her.I chuckle. “Thats not a celebrity.”“Then who is that and why would they dress like that to a child’s birthday party?” Celia insists. “Thats Lila’s friend, Andrea. And the woman in question is her mom, Camilla.”“Did you maybe forget to tell her the kind of party she was attending?”“Come on now, Celia,” I mutter under my breath.“Girl, she's dressed like she's accepting a Grammy today. And last I remember, we aren't having an award show.” she rolls her eyes.Camilla takes off her sunglasses and waves at me. I wave back as they approach us. Andrea only stays back to say be polite and say hi to me first
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