|NEXT DAY, 3 P.M.|
•BRIANNA•
It was afternoon now. Mom and I had just returned from shopping a few minutes ago, and we’d also picked up her medication. Now, we were resting while I anxiously awaited the arrival of the makeup artists. The closer the time drew for Mr. Adrian to pick me up, the more jittery I became, wondering what the gala would be like.
I went upstairs to take a quick shower before coming back downstairs to wait for the artists. I didn’t even realize when I dozed off on the couch and slipped into a dreamless nap. I was woken by Mom calling my name.
“Brianna, Brianna!” She called, and I slowly opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the afternoon sunlight streaming through the open curtains. I blinked a few times and then shut my eyes again.
“Hmm?” I hummed, still half-asleep, rubbing my eyes.
“The makeup artists are here.” Her voice was more insistent, but the sleepiness in me made it hard to fully process what she said.
“What?” I murmured sleepily.