eyes.”
Groaning,
I say, “I hate the color of my eyes. They are so dull.”
“Not
when you use the right make-up. Just
watch.” She puts on the colors and
instructs me how to do it. Then she
moves onto eye liner and then mascara. When
we are done, Debbie grins broadly. “Do
you want to see yourself?”
“I
am nervous,” I reply.
“Don’t
be, you look beautiful,” she states. “Come here.” Grabbing my hand,
she pulls me to the mirror.
When
I look into it my heart drops. “That
doesn’t even look like me,” I gasp.
“Yes,
it does,” she says gently. “It’s the
adult you.”
I
actually look…well…pretty. Maybe, not
Debbie pretty, but for me, I look pretty. My hair frames my face now. The
ends flip out on the bottom. The
highlights make me look great. I finally
look like a real girl.
“Oh,”
Debbie exclaims. “We forgot your lips.”
“I
don’t think I would look good with anything on them,” I retort.
Waving
her hand, Debbie says, “That’s silliness. You have the perfect mouth for lip stick and stuff. Here we will just put some gloss on you to
start.” She takes it out and applies it
gently.
Suddenly,
the receptionist comes walking up behind us. “That cute guy is back for your client.”
“We
are all done anyway,” Debbie retorts.
Turning
around, I look at the receptionist. She
does a double take. “Wow, you look
great!” She exclaims. Suddenly, putting
her foot in her mouth, she says, “Not that you didn’t before.”
“No,”
I interject. “There is a big difference,
don’t worry.”
Debbie
just smiles. “Let’s get your stuff and
get you to Jeremy.”
Now,
I’m nervous. As, we
walk up to the front of the salon, my stomach tightens and I feel like I am
going to hurl. When we turn the
corner, Jeremy has his back to us. “We
are done,” Debbie declares.
Jeremy
turns around and he falters a little. “Wow,
Isabelle, you look fantastic!”
I
wonder if he can see me blush through the make-up. “Thanks,” I whisper.
He
smiles and says, “Do you like it?”
“I
love it,” I gush. “I can’t even believe
I am the same person.”
“You
are definitely the same person,” he replies. “Now, go outside so I can take care of this.”
Stepping
forward, I state, “I can get money from my mom. I can’t believe that this isn’t going to be expensive.”
“I
told you,” he replies. “I am paying for
it. Trust me, it’s alright. Go outside and wait.”
“Wait,”
I turn to Debbie. “Thank you so
much. You have no idea what this means
to me.”
She
comes over and hugs me. “You need to
come back and see me again, alright?”
“Definitely,”
I reply. I look at Jeremy. “Are you sure I should go outside?”
“Yes,”
he says. “Go, go, go .”
Rolling
my eyes, I head to the door. When I walk
outside, I don’t see his bike anywhere. I wonder where he parked. Oh
well, I wait at the door. A little while
later, Jeremy comes walking out of the salon. He is
Groaning,
I say, “I hate the color of my eyes. They are so dull.”
“Not
when you use the right make-up. Just
watch.” She puts on the colors and
instructs me how to do it. Then she
moves onto eye liner and then mascara. When
we are done, Debbie grins broadly. “Do
you want to see yourself?”
“I
am nervous,” I reply.
“Don’t
be, you look beautiful,” she states. “Come here.” Grabbing my hand,
she pulls me to the mirror.
When
I look into it my heart drops. “That
doesn’t even look like me,” I gasp.
“Yes,
it does,” she says gently. “It’s the
adult you.”
I
actually look…well…pretty. Maybe, not
Debbie pretty, but for me, I look pretty. My hair frames my face now. The
ends flip out on the bottom. The
highlights make me look great. I finally
look like a real girl.
“Oh,”
Debbie exclaims. “We forgot your lips.”
“I
don’t think I would look good with anything on them,” I retort.
Waving
her hand, Debbie says, “That’s silliness. You have the perfect mouth for lip stick and stuff. Here we will just put some gloss on you to
start.” She takes it out and applies it
gently.
Suddenly,
the receptionist comes walking up behind us. “That cute guy is back for your client.”
“We
are all done anyway,” Debbie retorts.
Turning
around, I look at the receptionist. She
does a double take. “Wow, you look
great!” She exclaims. Suddenly, putting
her foot in her mouth, she says, “Not that you didn’t before.”
“No,”
I interject. “There is a big difference,
don’t worry.”
Debbie
just smiles. “Let’s get your stuff and
get you to Jeremy.”
Now,
I’m nervous. As, we
walk up to the front of the salon, my stomach tightens and I feel like I am
going to hurl. When we turn the
corner, Jeremy has his back to us. “We
are done,” Debbie declares.
Jeremy
turns around and he falters a little. “Wow,
Isabelle, you look fantastic!”
I
wonder if he can see me blush through the make-up. “Thanks,” I whisper.
He
smiles and says, “Do you like it?”
“I
love it,” I gush. “I can’t even believe
I am the same person.”
“You
are definitely the same person,” he replies. “Now, go outside so I can take care of this.”
Stepping
forward, I state, “I can get money from my mom. I can’t believe that this isn’t going to be expensive.”
“I
told you,” he replies. “I am paying for
it. Trust me, it’s alright. Go outside and wait.”
“Wait,”
I turn to Debbie. “Thank you so
much. You have no idea what this means
to me.”
She
comes over and hugs me. “You need to
come back and see me again, alright?”
“Definitely,”
I reply. I look at Jeremy. “Are you sure I should go outside?”
“Yes,”
he says. “Go, go, go .”
Rolling
my eyes, I head to the door. When I walk
outside, I don’t see his bike anywhere. I wonder where he parked. Oh
well, I wait at the door. A little while
later, Jeremy comes walking out of the salon. He is
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