Godfather Wants Me
Even though I pretend to be annoyed, I secretly love the attention.
The air in my room was bubbly.
Draped in a silky robe, watched in the mirror as the makeup artist, Maya, expertly applied foundation, blending it seamlessly into my skin.
"So, Kimberly" Maya chirped, her voice as bubbly as the pink eyeshadow she was working on, "tell me about your dream prom look."
"Think classic Hollywood glamor," I replied, picturing "Madison Beer's" elegance. "Soft, smoky eyes, a touch of blush, and maybe a bold red lip?"
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