“I cannot go out looking like this!”
“But Casey, you have to,” her mother protested, trying to appease her daughter and head off the meltdown.
“Muuuum!” Casey groaned throwing her arms out wide. “Come on! Why can’t you see what’s wrong here?”
Her mother sighed. She looked beautiful. Everyone thought she looked beautiful. Casey herself, knew she was beautiful. This was all drama; a last chance to throw a tantrum.
“Its just nerves,” her mother said softly.
“John tell her,” her mother groaned.
“Don’t bring me into it,” Satan said, as he picked at the buffet. “She’s your daughter!”