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I hurriedly made my way to Bette and Tina’s house. Every time I thought of her, her smile, her scent, it sent chills down my spine. I couldn’t contain my excitement, and I of course hit every light on my way there. I zipped my way through traffic and made it just as Bette was getting out of her car.

“Bette!”

“Oh,” Bette exclaimed, “Dana, what’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry, I just need help. ASAP,” I exclaimed and walked into the house.

“Hey Dana, what’s up,” Tina said as I sat in the sitting room.

“I need help! I have a date tonight,” I shouted and rested my face on my hands.

“Oh really? With your chef hottie?”

“Yes, with Lara and I don’t know what to wear!”

“I’ve got an idea,” Bette says and flips her phone open and dials, “Alice, get over here pronto! Dane needs our expertise.”

“Oh! I’m gonna grab Shane, for your hair,” Tina exclaims and runs out the back door.

“Alright, it’s done,” Bette says closing her phone.

“What’s done,” I ask, almost in a panic.

“We’re gonna get you ready for your date tonight,” Bette says with a mischievous smile. Tina comes busting through the back door with Shane, her bag in one hand. Minutes later Alice flies through the door, like some kind of super hero.

“Jesus Al, did you speed the whole way,” I ask.

“No, I was halfway here already. Now, let’s see what we’ve got to work with,” Alice says coming towards me. All the girls stood around me, pinching and poking. Arranging and re-arrange my hair. Trying different kinds of lipsticks, foundations, plucking my eyebrows. Tina’s sitting on the floor putting pink polish on my toes, wait, now purple, wait, now she settled for a nice soft peach color. I could see Jenny and Carmen sitting on the couch with amused faces.

“Do I smell popcorn,” I shout, as I see Jenny cram a fist full of it in her mouth.

Carmen walks towards me and puts some in my mouth. It feels like I had been sitting for hours, like a pageant contestant. Bette is throwing different clothing options on her coffee table. Mixing and matching tops and bottoms. I sigh my discontent.