So, as she stepped off the bus, she was greeted by her dad.
"Can you make sure the bathroom's clear dad?"
"Huh?"
"It's my Prom night. I want to have plenty of time to get ready."
"Um, o-kay."
Brosie was distracted. Something was up with work, whisperings etc. And he was curious to know what was going on. He'd heard that there was going to be a shake up of staff and departments. He hoped he wasn't affected.
"Dad? Dad!!"
"What's that sweetie?"
"Please dad, don't call me that, I'm not 8 years old any more."
"Sorry, you're still my baby, that's all. Now what's up?"
"Did you manage to book a limo?"
"For what?"
"My Prom of course. Well.... did you?"
Truth of the matter was, with the rush and fuss and stuff, he couldn't actually remember if he'd booked one or not. Helen rolled her eyes.
Great, just great.
At least she managed to get the dress she wanted. And she spent ages with her hair, trying to make it look perfect. Its a shame she didn't have a date for the evening.
She remembered standing there in the salon, whilst she had pins stuck in her, just to make sure her dress was a perfect fit.
And now, she hoped, when she opened the drawer, that it hadn't wrinkled.
Still, as she gazed critically in the mirror, she couldn't help noticing the curves and other things filling out her dress. Yes she was turning into a proper lady now!!!
She waited, and waited. Time ticked onwards and still no limo.
So, without further ado, determined not to miss out.
She hopped aboard her trusty bicycle and pedalled like hell to get there.
Like Mother like Daughter perhaps?????
She was 'fashionably late', but that didn't stop her enjoying herself.
And she was so glad she went. Because she was crowned the Prom Queen of the night, pipping the most popular girl to first place!!!!
Well done Helen!!!
