Jane sat down on the bench in front of the bed. Killyama climbed off, grabbing the brush and hairspray she never left home without. She went to work on the short locks, teasing and spraying Jane’s fine hair to give it volume. When she was done, she lightly applied some make-up yet accentuated her eyelids with a darker color. “There.” Killyama took a step back, admiring her handiwork. “You look sexy as shit. That bitchy sister of yours doesn’t stand a chance.” “You think so?” Jane asked, staring at herself in the mirror. “Fuck, yeah. You better go. Don’t give her too much time alone with the dude.” Jane jumped up, giving her friend a hug. “I love you. You’re the best.” “Don’t I know it?” She collapsed back onto the bed. “Have fun, girl. Wake me in the morning to tell me how he was.” Jane left the room laughing. She went to Bailey’s door, knocking on it softly. Her father opened his bedroom door. “She left an hour ago. I thought you went with her,”
