Elise said with a gentle smile. “You’re mom sent me. I’m your fairy godmother.”
Chapter 9
“My mom actually sent this for me?” Macy asked, fingering the delicate material of the beautiful dress she wore. Elise was helping Macy try on the gown in the teen’s room upstairs.
“Yes,” Elise replied, zipping up the back. “I met your mom through a program my church offers at the prison. She told me how much she wished she could be here to get you a dress for the Valentine’s Day dance at your school. I think she mentioned that you’d just turned 16, and this was supposed to be your first real dance. I offered to bring a dress to you since she couldn’t. So she described exactly what she wanted for you, and I went shopping. I took the dress to show her earlier today.”
“I didn’t think I was going to get to go,” Macy said tearing up. “Grandma didn’t have the money for a dress.”
“Well, you are going to go,” Elise said, gently pushing her so she could see herself in the full-length mirror hung on the back of her bedroom door. “And see how beautiful you’ll look!”
Macy covered her mouth in shock as she stared at herself in the mirror. Tears now flowed in earnest down her face.
“It fits perfectly!” Elise said, pleased that the dress seemed to be tailor-made for the girl’s trim figure. Macy was so distracted that she didn’t even seem to notice the sound of the doorbell, which Elise was grateful for. Her job would be easier if Macy wasn’t aflutter with nervousness.
“Get all your tears out now,” Elise ordered gently. “We still have to do your hair and makeup, and we can’t have you crying away all my fairy godmother magic.”
Elise was by no means a beautician, but she’d had two younger sisters who had depended on her hair and makeup skills for all of their social functions in high school and beyond. Elise soon had her satchel of supplies spread across Macy’s bed and went to work curling hair and applying a subtle sheen of cosmetics that only enhanced Macy’s natural beauty.
“I’m almost done,” Elise soon announced, twisting one last brunette curl into place at the top of Macy’s head. “You should have plenty of time to get something to eat before the dance starts. And your mom left strict instructions that you had to be home tonight by 11:00.”
Macy suddenly paled beneath her makeup. “I can’t go!” she suddenly announced. “All my friends have dates. I told them I wasn’t going. I can’t show up alone! It would be humiliating to stand in the corner all night. Nobody’s going to ask me to dance. Everyone already has someone to dance with!”
“You aren’t going alone, Macy. I heard the doorbell ring before we started on your hair. He’s probably downstairs waiting for you right now. You two are going to dinner and then the dance. Afterward, he’ll bring you back home. He’s very nice and responsible. I’m sure you’ll like him.”
“I have a date?” Macy asked, her brown eyes wide. “Who is he? You didn’t get some old guy who thinks I’m a charity case, did you? Oh no. It’s my brother, isn’t it? You got Justin to take off work to help his poor, pitiful sister.”
“No, to all those questions. He goes to your school. Maybe you already know Jake. Jake Kendry?”
“Jake Kendry? My date is Jake Kendry?” Macy let loose an excited squeal of pure childish delight. “Tell me you’re not teasing me! Jake is a senior! And he’s not just any senior! He’s popular, plays on the football team, and is the class president! And he’s hot!”
Elise had a hard time controlling her laughter. “I see you already know Jake,” she managed to reply with only a slight grin.
“Know him? I practically love . . . well, I don’t know that you can say ‘love;’ I am only sixteen. But I am pretty deeply infatuated with him.”
Watching the play of emotions across Macy’s face, especially the look of false maturity as she’d
Chapter 9
“My mom actually sent this for me?” Macy asked, fingering the delicate material of the beautiful dress she wore. Elise was helping Macy try on the gown in the teen’s room upstairs.
“Yes,” Elise replied, zipping up the back. “I met your mom through a program my church offers at the prison. She told me how much she wished she could be here to get you a dress for the Valentine’s Day dance at your school. I think she mentioned that you’d just turned 16, and this was supposed to be your first real dance. I offered to bring a dress to you since she couldn’t. So she described exactly what she wanted for you, and I went shopping. I took the dress to show her earlier today.”
“I didn’t think I was going to get to go,” Macy said tearing up. “Grandma didn’t have the money for a dress.”
“Well, you are going to go,” Elise said, gently pushing her so she could see herself in the full-length mirror hung on the back of her bedroom door. “And see how beautiful you’ll look!”
Macy covered her mouth in shock as she stared at herself in the mirror. Tears now flowed in earnest down her face.
“It fits perfectly!” Elise said, pleased that the dress seemed to be tailor-made for the girl’s trim figure. Macy was so distracted that she didn’t even seem to notice the sound of the doorbell, which Elise was grateful for. Her job would be easier if Macy wasn’t aflutter with nervousness.
“Get all your tears out now,” Elise ordered gently. “We still have to do your hair and makeup, and we can’t have you crying away all my fairy godmother magic.”
Elise was by no means a beautician, but she’d had two younger sisters who had depended on her hair and makeup skills for all of their social functions in high school and beyond. Elise soon had her satchel of supplies spread across Macy’s bed and went to work curling hair and applying a subtle sheen of cosmetics that only enhanced Macy’s natural beauty.
“I’m almost done,” Elise soon announced, twisting one last brunette curl into place at the top of Macy’s head. “You should have plenty of time to get something to eat before the dance starts. And your mom left strict instructions that you had to be home tonight by 11:00.”
Macy suddenly paled beneath her makeup. “I can’t go!” she suddenly announced. “All my friends have dates. I told them I wasn’t going. I can’t show up alone! It would be humiliating to stand in the corner all night. Nobody’s going to ask me to dance. Everyone already has someone to dance with!”
“You aren’t going alone, Macy. I heard the doorbell ring before we started on your hair. He’s probably downstairs waiting for you right now. You two are going to dinner and then the dance. Afterward, he’ll bring you back home. He’s very nice and responsible. I’m sure you’ll like him.”
“I have a date?” Macy asked, her brown eyes wide. “Who is he? You didn’t get some old guy who thinks I’m a charity case, did you? Oh no. It’s my brother, isn’t it? You got Justin to take off work to help his poor, pitiful sister.”
“No, to all those questions. He goes to your school. Maybe you already know Jake. Jake Kendry?”
“Jake Kendry? My date is Jake Kendry?” Macy let loose an excited squeal of pure childish delight. “Tell me you’re not teasing me! Jake is a senior! And he’s not just any senior! He’s popular, plays on the football team, and is the class president! And he’s hot!”
Elise had a hard time controlling her laughter. “I see you already know Jake,” she managed to reply with only a slight grin.
“Know him? I practically love . . . well, I don’t know that you can say ‘love;’ I am only sixteen. But I am pretty deeply infatuated with him.”
Watching the play of emotions across Macy’s face, especially the look of false maturity as she’d
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