“You’re making the curls too tight.” I whined pulling at my hair.
“They’ll fall, I promise.” Sage comforted gently smacking my hand away. She had been working on my hair for about twenty minutes and was almost finished. “Just relax.” She urged. I sat back in the desk hair examining my hair from afar. It still looked too tight.
It was the night of the formal and I was on level 10 with my emotions. I wanted to look perfect. I wanted tonight to be perfect.
“Are you excited?” She smiled wrapping another strand around the styling wand.
“I am, I can’t wait for Carson to see me.” I smiled eyeing the champagne-colored dress that hung from my closet door. It was gorgeous, long, and backless. It was the kind of dress that made you feel prettier if that made sense. My sister glanced up from my hair and furrowed her brow.
“What?” I asked looking at her in the reflection of the large vanity mirror that sat in front of us.