Hair and Makeup

My mom opens up the door and in walks a Kardashian wannabe who has obviously had a lot of work done. I immediately recognize her. "Hey Channel. Thanks for coming!" My mom says putting an exaggerated kiss on each of the women's cheeks.

"Of course Theresa I wouldn't miss this for the world. I'm just sad that this is your last little girl to get married." She says wildly overplaying the sadness she must feel with us not paying her exorbitant fee for hair and makeup.

"Now where is the Bride!" Channel said going right by her mom and running over to me. "Hey Lauri are you ready for your wedding!"

Why was everyone so excited about this wedding. It wasn't that big of a deal. "I would prefer if you called me Lauren instead of Lauri, Helen." I say snarkily. I hate it when people call me Lauri. If she isn't going to call me what I want to be called I won't call her what she wants to be called.

Channel gives me a look up and down "We should get started. We have a lot to do. " I roll my eyes as my mom leads us upstairs into my old room. It has been retrofitted to look like a salon with a giant vanity mirror and chair, along with all of the products one might find at a salon. Plus there was a cheese and cracker plate as well as bottles of wine an champagne. I might give my mom flack about being a housewife, but it is tough to deny that the woman knows how to decorate.

I sit down in the chair and we get started. About two minutes in I notice a box on the night stand.