I wasn’t planning on going to the big school dance this year because I thought that no one would ask me. Going to the dance on my own would have made me feel like a loser, even if I went with my friends. I changed my mind about going when one of the boys in my class asked me if I would go with him and I said yes. This was only two days before the dance, so I had to frantically find a place for manicure services, go shoe shopping, rent a dress, and have my hair washed and styled.
I decided to leave the manicure and hair for last, because I didn’t want to mess up my hair and nails while shopping. The dress rental store had quite a low stock because many other people had already rented dresses for the dance. I wasn’t fond of the selection available in the store, so my mother came up with an idea. She was a whiz at sewing, and offered to make me a dress. I didn’t want to give my mother such a big burden, especially with the dance being so close, but she insisted on doing it. She also helped me pick out some shoes that would go well with the design she had in mind.
For the next couple of days, my mother worked day and night on the dress. I got my manicure and hair styled, and on the morning of the big day, my mother showed the dress to me. It looked like something out of a fairy tale, and she was the fairy godmother. My mother is good enough to make outfits for celebrities, but she only does stuff around the house, and I don’t know why. While I tried the dress on, my mother complimented me on my nails.