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Martha was there. 

“Hey sweetness. So, I put special lavender shampoo, conditioner and body wash in your bathroom. I took the liberty of going to the mall and buying you a new outfit. A new pair of tight blue jeans, black off the shoulder T and black heels. I was not sure where he would be taking you, so I figure; the heels would be good either way.” She gave me a small smile and then quickly added, “Your toes are done correct?” 

I nodded still astounded by her perception and perfect choice of outfit. 

“They’re black.” 

She nodded. “That’s what I thought. Okay, I will leave you to get ready; if you need anything else you know where to find me.” 

With that she turned, graceful as ever and walked out the door with out a sound. 

She had done this before, so I wasn’t in shock for long. 

I went to the bathroom and took a shower and washed my hair.  

I washed my face and got out wrapping a fresh white towel around my body.  

I dried my hair and applied a few handfuls of moose to keep it in place. 

I dried my body as well and put on the new outfit Maria had gotten me. 

I applied deodorant and perfume. 

It fit, which didn’t surprise me.

What did bring a little shock to me was I looked perfect. Gorgeous.  

I walked up the stairs to the top floor, I knew it was forbidden.

But it was where my father was.