I left the salon feeling very defeated. I was scarcely able to contain myself. In front of me, my vision of the ideal prom night was disintegrating.
When I finally arrived home, I shut myself in my room and sobbed uncontrollably. Sitting at my dressing table, I attempted to style my own hair, but nothing seemed to work.
I was embarrassed that I had told Carla about my ideas at all. Even though my lovely violet dress was hanging nearby, I wasn’t sure whether I still wanted to attend.
I questioned if wearing cosmetics was really worth it after taking a look at it. I felt like nothing positive was going to happen tonight, and I was very unhappy.
I heard a loud honking outside at that moment. I first disregarded it, assuming it was simply a passing automobile.
