Charlotte:
"What are you doing?" My mother slapped my arm a little too hard this time to get my attention.
"Ouch?" I winced, throwing a puzzled look at her. I wanted to look my best tonight.
"Why are you wasting your time here? Maximus will be arriving any minute now. Go stand at the door and greet him with the freshly baked lasagna," my mother motioned for me to get up as she held the baked lasagna in her hands, still wearing oven mitts.
"Umm, I need to look perfect too. Just one last touch-up." I put on some lip gloss and a little glitter on my neck and chest before getting up.
"I hope he doesn't ask for the recipe," I sighed. My mom would bake stuff, and I would take credit for it.
It was all to impress Maximus. I had been putting in so much effort since I was just a teen. We lived in the same mansion, but he hardly noticed me. I wanted him to be my high school boyfriend too, but that didn't work out either.
